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"Can I have your attention please?"

Everyone's head ricochet towards the newly opened classroom door. Everyone's except Jungkook's.

The well-sought after teenager couldn't care less about whatever their idiotic principle had to say. He didn't even want to be there in the first place.

As he stared out the window, he couldn't help but overhear the multiple feminine gasps that were directed towards the front of the classroom.

"We have a new student joining us today."

Giggles errupted and Jungkook groaned internally.

'Dear God'

He chanted in his mind.

'Kill me now, why don't you? They're fools. All of them'

"Introduce yourself, boy." The principle demanded.

The sound of an unfamiliar throat being cleared had Jungkook's interests peaked, and he turned to seek its perpetrator.

His wide eyes scanned the new comer from the bottom up.

Firm legs were attached to a well built torso. Obvious muscles straining against his slightly-too-tight shirt. The new guy scratched the back of his neck nervously, riding up the short sleeve of the a fore mentioned shirt to expose one of his tan biceps.

But it wasn't his generously proportioned body, his strikingly golden brown locks or those impossibly plump, red lips sporting that million dollar smile that held Jungkook's attention.

It was the new comer's glossy, chocolate brown eyes which brightened up the entire room that did that.

Jungkook couldn't help the slight smile that graced his face.

It went down in History as the very first time Thee Jeon Jungkook had shown any form of emotion in twelve years.

"...uhm..." The new guy stuttered. "Hi?"

"You can do better than that boy! Tell them your name." The principle bellowed.

New guy chuckled slightly before straitening up.

"I'm Jimin." He smiled. "Park Jimin."

'Suits Him, I guess.'

Jungkook thought.

'He looks like a Jimin '

The silent boy blinked as his "trance" was broken by the loud mouthed girl in front of him shouting an extremely inappropriate comment.

Jimin Blushed.

"That's enough, Miss." The principle, grunted. "My office, please."

The girl stood up with a groan and left the classroom, but not before making another suggestive comment as she passed the newly introduced Park Jimin.

The class (mainly girls, though surprisingly there were some guys aswell) broke our into fits of giggles as the principle escorted Jimin towards the only available seat in the class.

Right Next To Jungkook.

There was a reason why that seat was open. No one dared come close to the dark haired boy without an extremely good excuse. There was nothing that repulsed them away from him. Quite the opposite actually, but with that aura the guy carried around, it was no wonder he was left alone.

Not that Jungkook complained. He loved the silence and lonesomeness. Longed for it, actually. Everyone irritated him.

Which was why it was very surprising when Jungkook found himself looking at the new guy with mild interest.

When Jimin reached his newly claimed desk, it was as if he felt Jungkook's gaze on him and he looked straight into those almond shaped eyes.

Feeling embarrassed about being caught staring so openly, Jungkook composed his face and slipped into his usual mask, returning his gaze to the window beside him.

A few seconds later, a scrunched up piece of paper landed in the center of his desk.

Jungkook frowned as he opened it up.

-Hi!-

He knew who it was. No one who knew him would dare try disturb his staring contest with the window.

So, like nothing had happened, he went back to his previous task.

Three seconds went by and Jungkook felt another piece of paper graze his arm.

-Hello? You Illiterate Or Something?-

'The nerve of this guy'

Jungkook thought.

Ignoring the note once again, Jungkook was about to go back to his window when he felt 3 notes hit him after each other.

-Okay... Judging By Your Expression, Your Not Illiterate. I Apologize.-

-I Feel Like I'm Annoying You. Am I Annoying You?-

Jungkook smirked at that one.

-And Would You Stop Tripping Out On That Window!-

This "note throwing" went on for a good minute, with Jungkook skillfully ignoring each one... until he just grabbed one of those freaking pieces of paper lying on his desk and wrote:

[ What!? ]

Jimin smiled as he finally received a reply.

-I'm Jimin!-

Jungkook's eye twitched.

[ Obviously ]

-You're a funny one, aren't you?-

[ Sure, let's go with that. ]

-What's Your Name?-

[ Jungkook. ]

-Jungkook? Really?-

[ I guess. ]

-Why!?-

[ Why what? ]

-Why is your name Jungkook?-

Jungkook frowned.

[ How should I know why my name's Jungkook? My parents named me. I didnt name myself.]

-Finally! Three full sentences!-

Jungkook scrunched up the note and dropped it onto the rapidly increasing pile on his desk. Thinking the conversation was over, he turned back to his window.

-What's Your family name?-

[ Why do you keep asking so much questions? ]

-Because if I don't ask questions, then you don't reply. So what's your family name?-

Sighing, Jungkook scribbled down his reply.

[ Jeon ]

-Huh? How do you even pronounce that?-

[ J-e-o-n ]

-Your Name's so complicated.-

[ Noted ]

-My Family Name's Park-

[ Okay ]

-I live with my mom now after my dad moved out a few years ago.-

[ That's nice ]

-It was hard at first, but I got through it. My mum calls me a fighter.-

[ Jimin, I really don't care ]

-I have a twin sister, you know.-

Jungkook let out a frustrated sigh as he realised this boy wasn't ganna stop any time soon.

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Half an hour later Jungkook had learned that Park Jimin had been to a total of 19 schools, moving because of his mother's work. His twin sister, Sung-hee -had an obsession with dying her hair vividly blinding colors every other week, he had a birthmark on his torso and a small scar on his left thigh where he accidently cut himself while making chicken soup.

How he managed that one...is still a mystery.

When the bell finally rang signaling the beginning of lunch, Jungkook's desk was swamped with scrunched up pieces of paper. Jimin was surprized their teacher hadn't noticed.

Before Jungkook had time to fully stand up, Jimin was bouncing at his desk trying to get his attention.

"Hey! Jungkookie!!" Jimin exclaimed, balancing his bag on his left shoulder.

Jungkook's eye twitched. It had been doing that a lot lately.

'Jungkookie?'

He tried his best to ignore the new nickname he had been given by the obnoxiously loud blond-ish person next to him and fixed him with a blank stare, trying to shut him up.

"..."

Jimin didn't get the memo.

"It was extremely fun talking to ya'! You're my first friend here." He grinned.

"I don't have friends." Jungkook said softly, walking away from the new kid.

"Hmm, what was that??" Jimin shouted after him.

"Nothing, Jimin." Jungkook sighed. "I said nothing."

***
It had been two whole days since Jimin and his freak show of a sister entered the school. Jungkook wasn’t stupid. He knew he was somewhat attractive, and he knew that he often caught the eye of fellow classmates, other students and sometimes, even the faculty at school. So it came as no surprise when Jimin’s sister, Sung-hee, started keeping really close tabs on him.

Apparently, she befriended two of the most obsessed girls in the school. Their fascination with him was bordering serious law breaking and now that Sung-hee had joined them, their efforts in trying to get his attention tripled.

He didn’t mind it at first, he ignored them completely.

But the second they started interferring with his daily routine, it kinda started irking him.

Now, Jungkook wasn’t one to lose his temper, but there were those “once upon a red moon” moments when he actually did. And he was really closed to having one of those moments...

Really. Close.

Not only was Sung-hee a really bad stalker, but the fact that she and Jimin couldn’t stop their constant flow of bickering irritated him to oblivion.

They could fight... Sure, he had no problem with that. Just like he had no problem with Sung-hee’s stalking, but once again, there was the small fact that your average human being had to draw the line somewhere.

And When Was That Line Drawn, You May Ask?

The second the two bickering idiots decided to have a scream off in the middle of a maths class.

Whilst they were doing Circle Geometry.

A class in which Jungkook was already having difficulty with.

And to make matters worse, Sung-hee wasn’t even supposed to be in the freaking class to begin with!

But that wasn’t the reason Jungkook drew the line.

He was sat in the desk that was directly in between the two siblings, true, but that wasn’t the reason either.

“-BUT YOU SAID YOU’D INTRODUCE ME!” Sung-hee bellowed into Jungkook's left ear, nearly climbing over his desk to reach her twin brother on the other side.

“I DID INTRODUCE YOU, YOU PIG!” Jimin bellowed into his other ear, crossing his arms.

“I WOULDN’T CALL MAKING FUN OF ME INFRONT OF HIM AN INTRODUCTION, YOU ASSHOLE!” she screamed.

“Calm your vagina, women. Go make a noise somewhere else. This isn’t even your class!” Jimin yelled.

This little “exchange” was causing quite an audience. Students from other classes came to spectate as the twins went at each other’s throats.

Their maths teacher just gave up on teaching completely (no circle geometry today then... Jungkook internally sighed) and it was as if everyone got dressed in their school uniforms just to come watch a live wrestling match at school.

Boy, how he hated people.

How he hated them with so much passion it was scary.

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO DIDN’T FILL IN THE FORMS PROPERLY!” Sung-hee screeched. Referring to Jimin's earlier comment. “Thanks to you, I’m a whole YEAR behind!” she shoved his chest roughly and Jimin found himself gripping the nearest desk from the mere force of it.

“You were the one who was rushing me to take you to the mall!” he yelled back, flicking her on her forehead.

“Don’t blame you’re fucking stupidity on me!!”

“I damn well will- Oops.”

Jungkook blinked.

He didn’t know where it came from, or whose it was... all he knew was that magically, there was a full glass of water (Really... Realllly now?) Just minding its own business, hanging around on his desk in the middle of a class.

Why he didn’t notice the glass earlier will forever be the mystery of life. (Don’t question it, it’s in the script)

With all the shoving and flapping of arms, that glass conveniently deposited its contents all over Jungkook’s face, shirt and maths notes sprawled out on his desk.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was where Jeon Jungkook drew the fucking line.

Everything happened so quickly, and in a flash Jungkook was on top of Jimin, doing what he wanted to do from the minute the nuisance intruded his life.

Punching the living daylights out of his perfectly chiselled face.

--Jimin's P.O.V--

He was punching me.

That much was explainable.

The part I couldn’t understand though, was that it was turning me on.

...Badly.

And no, before you think I’m some sort of masochist who gets pleasure from violence, I’m not.

Jungkook was punching me, sure, but he was also straddling my hips. Unconsciously grinding in places I’d prefer not to mention.

And said places were enjoying it.

A lot.

Hey, I’m a guy... We’re sensitive down there.

I had to stop this, before Jungkook noticed that something was going horribly, horribly wrong with my anatomy.

“Jungkook...” I said, catching myself before it turned into something embarrassing.

Like a moan.

I grabbed his arm, desperately trying to cease all his movements so I could...calm down.

“Jungkook, stop!” I said a little louder, moving my face out of reach of his fists (seriously, they should have a caution sign on this boy. The way he packs a punch should be illegal) before rolling us over and pinning him to the ground. I grabbed his collar.

“JUNGKOOK!”

“You’re fucking irritating! Do you know that!?”

“I’m sorry, alright! I have no freaking idea where that water came from!” (I really didn’t) “Honestly!”

“I DO NOT FUCKIN’ CA- What is that?” Jungkook queried quietly.

Confused for a moment, I lifted an eyebrow. Jungkook’s gaze left mine and lowered. I followed his eye line down to my still prominent...little problem... poking him in the thigh.

You know those times when you wish the world would just kill you.

Yeah, this was one of those times.

His gaze met mine once again and I could practically hear the unasked question loud and clear.

'That’s not what I think it is, is it?'

...Okay... Think, Jimin. You can do this! You could fool him! Think of something completely logical. It’s not that difficult. Just say it was a...

“PEN!” I exclaimed.

...Wow... well done, idiot. You just built your own damn grave...

I sighed at the little voice in my head that never seemed to shut up when I got nervous.

I BELIEVE THE SAYING GOES “DUG YOUR OWN GRAVE” THANK YOU VERY MUCH

...You do know you’re arguing with yourself... right?...

OH WOULD YOU SHUT YOUR TRAP!

...I Give Up...

I tittered nervously. I could still fix this.

“It’s my pen.” I smiled, acting a bit more confident than I felt. “...That’s in my...Pocket?” I said, getting up and turning towards the wall.

...Pleasegodownpleasegodownpleasegodownpleasegodown PLEASE GO DOWN! Uuurrgghh. Okay, uhmmm picture something gross...Gran grans boobs! No... mum and dad doin’ the nastayy... ew, still no... uhmmmm... SUNG-HEE’S NAKED ASS!!!..

That Did It.

And lucky for me, I really did have an actual pen in my pocket.

“See!?” I exclaimed, waving the pen around like a light saber. “Those darn ball-points.”

No pun intended.

Jungkook looked sceptical for a minute before he got up off the ground, announcing that he was gonna go “dry off”.

Everyone who watched the scene play out left to go their separate ways- Sung-hee included, seeing that Jungkook was no longer present in the classroom- without the slightest of clues about what had really just happened.

-----Jungkook's P.O.V-----

Pen.

It was a pen?

Pfft. Pen, my ass.

I’m not daft, contrary to many people’s belief.

I am, however, extremely wet and pissed off.

I hate that fucking Jimin. I hate this fucking school. I hate my fucking life. I wish everyone would just die. Starting with these FUCKING GAWKERS THAT HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN STARE AND GOSSIP ABOUT MY WET APPEARANCE. Yes, I’m wet! Have you never seen a wet guy before? Go jump in a piranha infested lake, you idiots.

I think it was safe to say that I was really pissed off.

As I headed towards the janitors closet to grab a towel, I had the sudden urge to just skip the rest of the day and go home.

Okay, it wasn’t sudden... I kinda thought about it every brooding second of my miserable life but I guess today was as good a day as any to just up and disappear. No one would miss me, would they?

Making a split second decision, I marched through the side exit of the school(which the principle left unlocked... Fucking idiot) and walked the short distance to my house. No one was there anyway... so it’s not like it really mattered.
--Jimin's P.O.V--

He never came back.

The bell had just rung for dismissal and Jungkook never returned from “drying himself off”

I was currently sporting a very ripe, blue eye and a very raw split lip, but I was still more concerned about the absence of my new friend.

If he was even my friend to begin with.

The memory of him saying something about not having any friends glimpsed through my mind, but was replaced with the worry of freaking him out.

He knew something. That was for sure. Otherwise he wouldn’t have reacted that strangely after my little “pen” explanation.

God, he was my first friend here and I already scared him away.

And all because my...organ...was so sensitive.

I had to make things right, and if that meant embarrassing myself with the real explanation, I guess it’ll have to do.

The problem was, I didn’t know anything about him. Where would I even find him? Where does he stay? Does he have any hangout places?

“C’mon, loser. I just wanna get home. My feet are killing me!” Sung-hee exclaimed as she found me waiting for her at our mother's beat up second hand car.

No one said we were rich.

“Well maybe if you’d wear a pair of normal footwear instead of those 10 inched heel- Wait a second!” I stopped midsentence, suddenly having the epiphany of a lifetime.

“What?” she said, tapping the car window with her knuckles as an indication of her impatience.

Stupid Whore.

“Jeon Jungkook.” I stated.

And her face immediately lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Yeah, yeah? What about him??? He say something about me?” she bounced, her earlier worry for her feet long forgotten.

“Uhmm...Yeah.” I lied, trying to get on her good side. I threw my arm around her neck. “...but I kinda forgot what it was. I’ll just go ask him again and-oh wait. Darn it! I completely forgot where he lives-”

“14 Harris Avenue, Lincoln Way.” She cut me off, reciting the address by heart.

Guess she did come in handy sometimes. I should remember this, next time she starts acting like a used sanitary towel.

“Oh! That’s right! My bad, dear sister... I’m so sorry. Well, I’ll be going then. Could you get a lift with one of your new friends? Thanks, Love you!” I smiled as I climbed in the car.

“WHAT!?” she shrieked. “But I wanna go with!!”

“See you later, Sungie~.” I waved, leaving a fuming, sore-footed female in my wake.

But I didn’t care about Sung-hee or her sore feet. I had to explain myself to Jungkook. It wouldn’t be that bad, right?

--Jungkook’s P.O.V--

The persistent knocking coming from my front door irked me to no end. Couldn’t people just leave me alone for fucks sake? Can’t a guy even take a shower in peace?

I pulled on a pair of boxers and slung the damp towel I was using around my neck. No use in dressing just to answer to that freaking person who didn’t know how to stop knocking.

I swung the door open.

“I swear to all that is good if you knock one more time I will take that effing hand and shove it so far up your- Jimin?”

“...Hey” he smiled sheepishly.

“What do you want?”

“Well, I'm glad to see your okay too, thank you very much.”

I gave him the blankest stare anyone has ever gotten and he smiled.

“So...” he sang nervously, rocking on his heels. "You gonna invite me in?” he asked with a quiet chuckle.

“No.” I stated.

“Aww.” He said and gave me the scariest impression of the puppy dog face-ever.

I sighed and stepped aside, allowing him to walk through the passage way leading to the living room.

“So...” He drawled out again. “Nice place.”

“Is there a reason why you’re bothering me, Jimin?” I asked. I was just about to take a nap when this ...thing came knocking.

“Oh, yes... About that.” Jimin started, “-But wait! Why didn’t you come back to class?”

I sighed, raising an eyebrow.

“Because I didn’t want to?” I replied sarcastically.

“Oh.” He said, depositing his hands in his back pockets. “So...” he sang for the third time.

The silence was deafening.

Then Jimin started making these irritating popping sounds and I almost shot him.

“If there’s nothing else, please close the door on your way out.” I said, turning around with the intention of climbing into my nice and warm bed without any form of disturbance.

--Jimin’s P.O.V--

“Okay- Wait, Jungkookie!” I whined.

Couldn’t this guy just listen?

“What, Jimin?” he asked

I averted my gaze. “About today...”

He waited.

“What about it?”

Okay, just tell him.

“Ha-ha... it’s actually kind of funny.”

“Jimin!”

“It wasn’t my pen!” I said, shutting my eyes. His reaction would surely be something akin to disgust so why put myself through that torture.

A few seconds went by, then a quiet “I know.” Echoed through the room.

“But I can explain-You know?” I queried, not sure if I heard him right.

“I’m not stupid like some people, Jimin.”

Well.

“Then you know it was my...”

“Yes.” He sighed.

“...I'm not gay, though!” I blurted out.

Wow. Smooth, Jimin. Real smooth.

“I never said you were.”

“It’s just that you were rubbing up against me and I guess my ...little friend... was kinda enjoying the attention and-”

“Jimin... Please, shut up.”

“Shutting up.” I said, doing that little action of zipping my lip.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at me.

“I'm sorry I made you wet.” I said.

“I don’t like being wet.” he replied.

“You’re wet right now...”

“This is intentional and I enjoy it. When people make me wet without my consent then how am I supposed to enjoy it?”

“So you’re saying that if I told you I was gonna make you wet before hand, you wouldn’t be so bothered by it right now?”

“I’d be less bothered, but I’d still not like it.”

“Then next time I’ll make sure you like it when I make you wet” I smiled.

Jungkook sighed.

“Close the door for real when you leave, I'm gonna go sleep”

“...Okay”

After stepping outside the Jeon household, the relief that flooded over me was unbelievable.

Why was that conversation so awkward and hard? Normally I rock awkward conversations. Its like my thing!

The problem was, the person I was conversing with obviously just came out of the shower. I could finally see why Sung-hee and co. were so mad over him. With those dark locks and gorgeous wide eyes, pale complexion and that masculine-but-not-too-masculine build, it was no secret why the girls fawned over him. If only Sung-hee saw him then.

A very shirtless Jungkook was one hell of a catch.

Not that I took note of those things. ‘Coz I didn’t.

Oh who the fuck was I kidding.

That ...little problem... that I had earlier was back with a vengeance.

And things just got a whole lot more complicated.

Well, Fuck.

*Author's POV*
He was acting strange today.

Well, from the few days Jungkook had known him, he normally acted strange... Today’s strange, however, was stranger than usual.

Not that Jungkook cared, but when a guy started blushing every time you made eye contact with him, you kind of start to notice things.

“Jimin.” he called out, trying to get the attention of the fidgeting boy beside him.

Again, he did not care that Jimin was acting strange, but weirdly enough... it was kind of... bothering him. He got annoyed enough as it was, he did not need another annoyance.

“Jimin!”

“...yes?” Jimin blushed, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze as he scribbled down the notes that were written on the board.

He sighed.

“What’s wrong with you?”

That caught his attention. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The hell you don’t.”

“I’m perfectly-“

“Can I have your attention, please” bellowed out the principle.

Jungkook sighed.

...not again.

“We have another student joining us today. He’s come all the way from America!” he announced. “Introduce yourself, lad.”

The new boy scanned the classroom quietly... before locking eyes with Jungkook.

He smiled.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“The name’s Jung Hoseok.” He stated, averting his gaze from Jungkook's and addressing the class instead. “You can call me Hoseok, or Jung... it doesn’t really matter.” He gave a slight chuckle that had the girls in the class fawning.

Whispers of 'where are these guys coming from' and 'yeah they make them handsome overseas' were heard as the new guy made his way to the vacant seat in front of Jungkook.

The seats around him were vacant for a reason. Could these guys not tell that he wanted to be alone?

...But alas, Jungkook hoped this new boy wouldn’t be as annoying as the first.

“Hey, there.”

Spoke too soon.

“Hi, I’m Jimin! It’s so nice to meet you, Hoseok. I’m new myself... Just arrived a few days ago actually.”

“You don’t say...” Hoseok replied, shaking the hand that was offered to him. “Oh~" He suddenly cooed. "Nice grip you got there, Jimin.” He said coyly.

“Thanks...I guess.” Jimin replied, confusion darkening his expression.

“Do you use them a lot?” Hoseok asked, tracing his finger up Jimin’s middle digit.

“Use what a lot?” Jimin questioned, staring at what Hoseok was doing.

“Your hands.” Hoseok smiled, catching Jimin’s gaze.

Jimin stuttered.

“Well...Uhmm, yeah. I guess I do?"

“Interesting...” he said, his American accent strongly portraying his homeland. He patted Jimin’s hand twice before releasing it and turning towards Jungkook. “Oh, hello there. You’re a pretty one, aren’t you?”

Jungkook gave him a blank stare and turned away. He didn’t have the patience for this.

“Hey, hey... don’t be like that. you look as if you're angry with the world! Such beautiful looks should have spunkful personality to accompany it. You shouldn’t frown; it’s bad for your skin-”

“Please stop talking.” Jungkook said, closing his eyes.

“Ooooh, feisty! I like that.”

Jungkook looked at him. Really looked. Took in his dark blonde locks and his chocolate brown eyes, his lean frame and pierced ear. “Like what you see?” Hoseok smirked.

“Are you gay?”

...Somewhere in the background Jimin could be heard having a coughing fit.

Hoseok chuckled.

“Quite foreword, aren’t we?”

“Just answer the question.”

He leaned back in his chair, now facing the front of the class (the class that was unattended since the educator had decided to assign herself a break. One couldn’t blame her. Honestly speaking, there was probably only one student taking note of her) and folded his arms across his chest.

“I’m bi...if you must know. Not that it’s any of your business what my orientation is.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“...so you’re gay?”

“B-I-S-E-X-U-A-L. I enjoy boobs as much as any other guy would.”

“Hn...” Jungkook grunted and turned back to the window.

“I’m guessing you’re a homophobic straight guy?” Hoseok scoffed, still facing the front.

“Asexual, actually.” He replied.

Hoseok turned around and lifted an eyebrow, silently asking Jungkook to elaborate.

“Nothing interests me.”

Hoseok laughed. “Nothing, yet.” He said suggestively.

“What?” Jungkook questioned.

“Oh, nothing.” Hoseok smiled

_________________________________

“Tell me...” Jungkook said, looking over his shoulder as he headed towards the school cafeteria. “When-exactly- did I suddenly inherit two side kicks?”

“Puh-leez honey.” Hoseok scoffed. “I’m hardly a side kick.” He swung an arm around Jimin’s shoulder. “You, on the other hand...”

“I’m not a side kick either!” Jimin protested. “I’d like to think I’m the Batman to this trio.”

“Batman’s team isn’t a trio.” Hoseok said, crossing his arms over his chest. “There’s just him and Robin. No third wheel.”

“Maybe we should subtract someone from the equation then.” Jungkook bit. “Or better yet, Batman’s worked alone before...he could do it again”

“But we all know Batman’s nothing without his Robin, Jungkook...” Hoseok winked. He turned to Jimin. “You can be that butler guy.”

“That’s so unfair! He doesn’t even have any powers!” Jimin protested again.

“Batman doesn’t actually have powers either-”

“Not really superheroes here, people.” Jungkook sighed.

Jimin pouted.

“But if we were superheroes, I would not be that lame butler guy.”

“He has a name, you know.” Hoseok said.

“Why can’t we just be the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?” Jimin cried.

“Because they’re four. We’d need another member.” Jungkook quipped. “I don’t even want you guys." Jungkook stopped walking. "That reminds me, getting back to my initial question... Why are you two following me like side kicks?”

“I’m not a side kick.” Jimin stated. Jungkook fixed him with a blank stare.

“Sorry.” Jimin blushed and looked away.

...there’s that expression again...

Jungkook thought.

Hoseok looked between the two boys and laughed.

“You guys crack me up!” They entered the cafeteria and headed towards the buffet line.

“I’m glad we amuse you.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“To answer your question, though...” Hoseok said, grabbing a tray from the counter. “Look at yourself.”

Jungkook lifted a brow.

“How does that explain you following me?”

“Oh, lighten up, would you. One would swear the world stole your porridge or something.” Hoseok sighed, loading his tray with mash potato. “I meant look at you, Jimin and myself.” He said, pointing a fork in each of their directions. “What do we all have in common?”

Jungkook looked between the three of them.

“I don’t know... Arms?” he stated, blandly.

“You’re not funny.” Hoseok deadpanned.

“I wasn’t trying to be.”

Hoseok ignored him.

“Actually... according to the multitude of constant staring, we’re all quite attractive. So naturally, we’d be grouped together. Either that, or we’d be mortal enemies. It’s the status quo... and I don’t know about you, but the whole ‘fighting over who’s more popular’ thing is kind of cheesy and done.”

Jimin blinked.

“It’s getting harder and harder to believe it’s your first day here.” He said.

“I’m just that good.” Hoseok winked.

“I still don’t remember agreeing to be part of this ‘group’” Jungkook huffed.

“Wait...” Hoseok said. “Are you one of those mysterious loner guys who don’t find any purpose in life?”

“I’m not obligated to answer that question.” Jungkook said, taking a sip of his soda.

“That’s hot...” Hoseok said suggestively.

“POWERPUFF GIRLS!” Jimin suddenly shrieked.

Both Jungkook and Hoseok turned their attention to the boy on the opposite end of the table.

“My heart dude!” Hoseok yelled back, grabbing his chest to calm his now racing pulse.

“When last have you had your brain checked, Jimin?” Jungkook inquired, still managing to look uninterested.

Jimin just laughed.

“No, no... We couldn’t be the powerpuff girls. They’re...girls. Haha.” He chuckled.. “Well, I guess you’d be buttercup, Hoseok...She’s kinda boyish while being a girl.”

“I will ignore that oh-so-obvious burn to my sexuality” Hoseok narrowed his eyes.

“Team 7” Jungkook said.

“What was that?” Hoseok queried.

“If we had to be some kind of supernatural beings-which I’m not in favour of, by the way... but if we HAD to be something, Team 7 would make more sense.”

“Team 7?” Jimin asked. “As in ‘Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura’ team 7?”

“The one and only.”

“That actually does make sense.” Jimin said, rolling the idea around in his head.

“So then you’d be Sasuke, obviously.” Hoseok said and Jungkook smirked. He always thought of himself as a ‘Sasuke’ kind of character. He had an older brother and hated people too. “You’d be Naruto, what with your hyperactiveness and all.” He continued, looking at Jimin.

“I am so not hyper active.” Jimin protested.

“If you say so, Jimin.” Hoseok chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with it. Energetic people are often the best in bed.” He whispered, loud enough for both Jungkook and Jimin to hear.

Jimin went beet red.

“I’m not gay.” Jimin found himself saying for the second time in 48 hours. Why he felt the need to defend his sexuality was beyond him.

“I never said you were, Jiminee-boy.” Hoseok patted him on the back. “I was merely stating a fact.”

“...oh.”

“Still...If you ever need to relieve some stress...” he wiggled his eye brows.

“I’m not gay.”

“Okay, okay.” Hoseok laughed, lifting his palms up in surrender. “So if you’re Naruto, and you’re Sasuke, that makes me...HEY!” Hoseok cried, crossing his arms.

“Think of it this way, Sakura’s so flat chested she technically doesn’t count as a girl.” Jimin chuckled, nudging him on the shoulder.

“Thin ice, Park Jimin... Thin ice.”

***
“Mary had a little lamb~ little lamb, LITTLE LAAAM-”

“WOULD YOU SHUT UP!!”

...pfft. Rude.

“It wouldn’t kill you to have a little fun while you’re doing your chores.” Jimin huffed.

“It wouldn’t kill you to be less ugly.” Sung-hee bit back.

“Actually, Hoseok said that I was quite attractive today, so boohoo to your poor eyesight.”

That stopped her.

“Hoseok?” she breathed. “As in Hoseok, Hoseok?”

Jimin tilted his head to the side looking at his sister quizzically.

“Is there any other Hoseok that we both know?”

“Would you stop with your sarcasm? This is serious. Are you talking about Jung Hoseok?” she questioned, pulling on her now green locks that were braided on either side of her.

“I can’t remember his family name, but I guess so...” Jimin shrugged, folding away the dish rag he was using.

Sung-hee gasped, and then continued to stomp all around the kitchen, the mop she was using completely forgotten.

“This is so flipping unfair! You’re a guy!”

Jimin laughed. “Biologically, yes. That I am.”

“Why do you get to hang out with all the hot guys at school!?” she wailed.

“Well, Hoseok said it’s part of the status quo-”

“First Jungkook, now Hoseok? I swear life’s out to get me.”

“On the contrary... I think it’d actually be a bonus for you if I’m friends with them.” Jimin said, packing the dried off plates in their assigned cupboard.

“How exactly would that be a freaking bonus?”

“You know... They’d be over here a lot, where you’d get to ogle them to your heart’s content, I guess.” Jimin shrugged.

Sung-hee went quiet for a few minutes before she started jumping up and down like some mentally challenged patient.

'...and they call me the hyperactive one.'

Jimin thought.

“OH. MY. GOD I LOVE YOU! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD STAY MY BROTHER FOREVER I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!” she screeched, hugging Jimin around his neck, ultimately cutting off his air supply.

“Sung..Busy..Dy..ing” Jimin chocked out.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry, sorry.” She released him and straightened his collar. “You’re actually quite smart, little brother.”

“You’re like a minute and 43 seconds older than me” Jimin deadpanned.

“Still counts.” She laughed. “Please bring your friends over as much as you want, ‘kay” Sung-hee smiled. “But warn me before hand.” She threatened. “Can’t have them seeing me looking like a hobo.”

“I don’t think they actually care, Sungie.” Jimin laughed as she walked through the kitchen door.

“I’ll make them care!” she shouted in the distance.

He would forever wonder if his sister had all her necessary brain cells in the correct places.

--Hoseok's P.O.V--

~Now if we're talking body. You've got a perfect one so put it on me. Swear it wont take too long. If you love me right. We fuck for life-

“’ey yo, what's up?”

“Do you have to answer every call like that”

“What? It’s my thing.”

“Your thing’s stupid.”

“Rude.”

“...Made contact with the target yet?”

I smiled.

“Affirmative.”

“Don’t get distracted, agent.”

I laughed at that.

“No promises.”

“Look, you’re one hell of an agent, but if you mess this up-”

“Chill, Tae.” I chuckled. “I Gots This”

‘Taehyung’ sighed, the worry could be heard loud and clear in his voice.

“Rodger that. Report back soon.”

“Aye yay, Cap’ain.”

“While you’re there, you might as well learn proper English.”

“My English is perfectly fine.”

“...ha. Sure”

A few minutes passed with silence.

“I’m fine, Tae. Stop worrying.” I smiled slightly.

“As if I’d worry about your sorry ass.” Taehyung huffed through the phone.

“Awww I love you too”

Sighing again, Taehyung tisked and I could practically hear him rubbing his temples.

“Just...Be safe, Hoseok.”

“Aren’t I always?”

__Author's POV__
“So she threatened to castrate me if you guys don’t visit at least four times a week” Jimin concluded.

Hoseok just laughed. It had been three days since he joined their school and he felt home as hell.

He hadn’t been to many schools before. Well, yeah he had... but due to his ‘job’ , he never stayed long enough to attain any sort of company.

So, sitting around a cafeteria table with a guy that couldn’t shut up and another who seemed to have invisible earplugs in was really entertaining.

Only three days, but he couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed this much. He was honestly having the time of his life with these two polar opposite individuals.

Although Jungkook would never admit it, Hoseok could see he wasn’t just ‘tolerating’ them -as he put it- anymore. He knew he was silently enjoying himself too, if the covered up smiles and tiny laughs that one would almost miss if one wasn’t paying attention was anything to go by.

Well... Hoseok sure hoped so. Someone with Jungkook's history deserved to have a little fun now and then.

Then there was Jimin.

There were often times where Hoseok would return to his documents to make sure he was acquainting the correct person, and every single time he’d come to the same conclusion.

Everything was there, black and white. It all led up to Jimin...but something, although Hoseok couldn’t figure out what- exactly, didn’t add up. It didn’t fit. And that was the only thing that had Hoseok slightly worried.

The person described in the folders and the person talking animatedly in front of him seemed like two different people. He just didn’t get it. It didn’t make sense.

~now if we're talking body. You've got a perfect one so put it on me-

“-ey yo, whats up?"

“We have a problem”

Hoseok paled.

Placing his phone against his chest, he muttered an apology to Jungkook and Jimin before abruptly getting out of his seat and leaving the cafeteria.

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows.

“What was that all about?” He asked as he stared at the now closed cafeteria doors that Hoseok had just exited.

Jungkook shrugged, pretending not to care.

“It’s none of our business.”

Jimin tisked.

“Oh, come on! You can’t honestly tell me that expression didn’t interest you in the least.” He huffed.

“What I’m more interested in is what was up with your expression a few days ago.” Jungkook said, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned back against the back of his chair.

After another day of blushing like crazy every time Jungkook so much as looked at him, Jimin came to the conclusion that the only logical explanation there was for getting hard at that specific time, was that the pants he wore that day was just a bit too tight around the hip section, causing friction between his jeans, underwear and private area when he walked. As mentioned before, he was quite sensitive ‘down there’.

So, of course his body would react that way. It only made sense. Obviously.

There was no other reason.

None at all.

God, he sure hoped so.

And soon after having this epiphany, Jimin realised it was stupid to blush every time a certain innocent bystander decided to rest his eyes upon him.

He got his thoughts together and everything went back to normal.

Well, as normal as it could get with a bisexual flirt offering to get into his pants every time the opportunity arose.

“I-honestly-have no idea what you’re talking about, Jungkook. Maybe I just wasn’t feeling all that well. Why do you want to know, anyway? I thought you had this whole ‘I don’t give a shit’ aura about you.” Jimin said, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze.

The latter sighed, figuring he wasn’t going to get anything out of the boy in front of him, he gave up.

“Anyway~” Jimin sang. “So, you’re coming, right?”

“I don’t know where we’re going, but no. Count me out.” Jungkook rejected as he finished his soda. He was walking towards the trash can when Jimin spoke again.

“Oh, come on!” He cried, chasing after him. “It won’t be that bad! AND it’s my first sleepover here! You’re my first friend! You have to be there.” He pleaded.

“No.”

“...please?”

“No.”

“Jungkook!”

“NO.”

“Jungkookie~.” Jimin whined, falling to his knees. “Please Jungkook please I’ll do anything. If it’s your parents that you’re worried about then I’ll ask my mum to-”

“No!” Jungkook suddenly exclaimed, whipping around so fast one would question if it was physically possible.

Jimin quieted, looking at Jungkook quizically at the sudden outburst.

“There’s no need to ask my parents. I’ll...uhm, yeah fine I’ll come.”

Jimin’s confused expression disappeared and his entire face lit up.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” He sang, doing some sort of happy dance that oddly resembled a hip thrust and firecracker exploding.

He then continued to hug a pole straight Jungkook and skipped towards the cafeteria exit. “You just saved little Jiminee!” he stopped. “Wait, no. He’s not really that little. I was just making a figure of speech; I didn’t mean he was really-”

“-Jimin.”

“I mean obviously if you compare him to my body size then yes he’s little-”

“-Jimin, please shut up people are staring.”

Jimin looked around and blushed. “Oh my god. How loud was I speaking?”

Jungkook smiled.

“You know, you’re not that different from your sister as you make it out to be.”

“Do not put me in the same boat as that mental case.” Jimin grumbled. “We are absolutely nothing alike.”

“You’re both annoying.” Jungkook said, nonchalantly.

“Hey, don’t talk about my sister that way.” Jimin scolded. “Only I can do that.”

“So you admit that you’re annoying then.” Jungkook smirked.

“You’re oddly talkative today.” Jimin laughed. “That stick that’s up your ass seems to be coming out. Slowly, but surely.”

“Do you even know how gross that sounds?” Jungkook grimaced.

“You just don’t want to admit that you’re finally starting to warm up to me.” Jimin smiled as he pushed pass the cafeteria doors. “It’s okay to like me” he said. “I have this charm, you see. Everyone I meet instantly takes a liking to me.” He smiled.

“You keep telling yourself that, Jimin.”
___________

“What do you mean ‘you’ve lost him’?” Hoseok exclaimed quietly.

“Exactly what I said, agent. One minute he was in his hotel room and the next thing we know, he’s gone.”

“He probably figured out we were tailing him.” Hoseok huffed.

“Yeah, we think so too. We did find our bugs in the room de-technified, after all.”

Hoseok clicked his tongue.

...great.

He thought.

Everything was just starting to become normal, and then this happens.

“We believe he’s heading towards your whereabouts.”

“Rendezvous with my target?” he asked.

“It’s a possibility. A very high one.”

Hoseok sighed.

“What are we gonna do?” he queried, rubbing a palm over his face.

“Not sure yet, but I heard they’re sending in reinforcements.”

Clearing his throat, Hoseok massaged his right temple.

“I suppose that’s for the best.”

After a few more minutes of exchanging more details, Hoseok noticed students filing out of the cafeteria.

Among them, was Jungkook and Jimin.

“Listen, Tae, I gotta go. Keep me updated if anything else happens.”

“Rodger that, agent. Be careful”

Hoseok sighed.

“...I’ll try.”

***

Fridays... Jungkook loved Fridays.

Fridays meant the weekend and the weekend meant two whole days with the company of no one but himself.

Fridays meant two days full of no using his brain to plot various ways to silently kill everyone around him.

Fridays meant strutting around in nothing but his underwear in the comfort of his own house because he never went anywhere and no one ever visited him.

With the exeption of his so called brother who'd pop in every now and then to fill the grocery cabinets.

So yeah... when asked what his favourite day of the week was, Jungkook would-without doubt- answer Friday.

And the fact that guys he had known for barely a week could ruin his favourite day, annoyed him to no end.

"Oh come on, Jungkookie." Hoseok chuckled. "You agreed to this already."

"That was before I knew that there was a theme." Jungkook said, gagging on the last word.

"Themes make everything funner!" Jimin exclaimed.

"One.. Funner is not a word." Jungkook sighed. "And two, I am not dressing up as a freaking superhero for a stupid sleepover that i was blackmailed into going to."

Jimin pouted and looked down at the notepad he was writing in.

"Fine." He whined, scratching out the idea with a blunt pencil. "We'll just have a boring old sleepover then."

Jungkook rolled his eyes and faced the front of their classroom like they were supposed to be doing.

The educator in charge had decided that it was a good time as any to sit back and read a book, instead of teaching the class some biology.

How they managed to get to their senior year with these kind of superioties... He'd never know.

'Why do i even still come to school?'

Jungkook groaned to himself.

'We never do anything here.'

"So... Jimin." Hoseok suddenly said, looking down to pick at his nails. "I heard you like shiny things."

Jimin frowned at the random comment.

"Not particulary..." he said, puzzled.

"Oh, really?" Hoseok perked. "So you don't own any... precious jewels?"

Jimin lifted an eyebrow.

"Not unless you count the diamond on the wedding ring that my mum gave me."

"Your mum gave you a wedding ring?" Jungkook questioned, not really paying attention to the strange inqueries Hoseok was making.

"It was her old one. She didnt want it anymore." Jimin replied. "... my parents marrige didnt end well." He grimaced.

Jungkook smiled sadly.

'Yeah...'

He thought.

'My parents marrige didnt end well either.'

"May I have your attention please."

'Oh dear god'

"We have a new student joining us today."

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" Jungkook cried slamming his forehead onto the table.

The priciple cleared his throat, lifting an eyebrow in Jungkook's direction.

"Please refrain from using that kind of language at school, Mr. Jeon..." he tuttered.

Jungkook sighed, lifting his head off the table and muttering a 'sorry'.

Jimin chuckled, looking to the front to take in the new comers appearance.

He was quite tall. Probably taller than Jungkook. It didnt look like he was particulary built, but with the loose fitting hoodie he was sporting, Jimin couldn't really tell.

He was handsome though.

Really handsome.

And the shock of orange hair atop his head made his sharp facial features all the more attractive.

"Anyway, he's from South Africa! " The principle bellowed. "Introduce yourself, boy."

'Three new students in one week.'

Jungkook thought.

'Surely, something wasnt right.'

"Hello, I am-"

"Taehyung?" Hoseok suddenly said, frown marring his face. "What are you doing here?"

The entire class turned towards the Previous new guy and Jimin tilted his head.

"You know him?" He asked.

Hoseok panicked.

He did know him, but the rest of the class wasnt supposed to know that.

"Uhmm..." he stuttered, trying to think of an excuse to cover his slip up.

"Hoseok!" Taehyung yelled. "Hoseok, right?" He continued. "I thought I'd seen your face before. Back when I was little and before I moved to south africa, We lived in the same neighbourhood... didnt we?"

Hoseok locked his gaze with Taehyung's and smiled.

Count on Taehyung to always bail him out when need be.

"Yeah." He nodded. "Yeah we did. Nice to see you again."

The principle eyed the exchange between the two, then shrugged his scrawny little shoulders and motioned to the empty seat infront of Jimin, but next to Hoseok.

Jungkook was used to being alone, now he felt like he was being suffocated with the foreign people that were surrounding him from all angles.

When Taehyung sat down, the class was officially at its full capacity.

'I swear to god if we get one more new student...'

Jungkook eyed the back of the boys head, silently praying for all that is good that this boy wouldn't find a way to get on his nerves.

"You're handsome so should be part of our group!"

"Jimin, shut up." Jungkook groaned.

Taehyung turned around to look at the boy who had just exclaimed an invitation to join their clique and chuckled, reaching a fist out in greeting.

"Is that the only criteria I need? To be handsome?"

Jimin laughed along, meeting Taehyung's fist bump halfway.

"That's what Hoseok said." He shrugged.

Taehyung eyed the boy in question through his peripheral.

"And you just go along with whatever Hoseok says?" He questioned.

"My words are wise." Hoseok mused.

"Oh, really?" Taehyung smiled fondly.

"Yes, really." Hoseok said back, leaning to the side so he could rest his folded arms on Taehyung's desk. "I could teach you my ways, new guy." Hoseok smirked.

Taehyung leaned forward and flicked Hoseok's forehead.

"I don't think so." He winked.

Jungkook observed them curiously.

"Are all foreign students this friendly?" He questioned. "I'd swear you guys were already close friends."

Taehyung chuckled.

"Even if we did know eachother, I dont think I'd ever wanna be close friends with this guy."

Hoseok gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest.

"How dare you." He joked

Taehyung laughed, turning towards a silent Jimin who had his mouth slightly open.

He lifted an eyebrow.

"I know you wanna ask me something."

"So, like... You're from South Africa?" He questioned immediately after Taehyung's prompt.

"Yes, I am." The latter smiled.

"Like... Africa, Africa?"

Taehyung frowned, looking at the boys around him to see if they were half as confused as the boy infront of him.

"No... China, Africa." He said sarcastically, turning back to Jimin.

"Did you have a lion as a pet? I've always wanted an elephant."

Jungkook sighed at the stupidity of the boy beside him.

"South Africa isnt as uncivilised as you think, Jimin." Taehyung laughed.

Jimin pouted.

"So... no pet elephant?"

______________

"Why are you here?" Hoseok said, closing the janitor closet door behind them.

"I told you they were sending in reinforcements." Taehyung replied, brushing his hair away from his eyes. "They offered the position and i took it."

"But you specialise in the Intelligence Unit. Are you even trained for this sort of assignment?" Hoseok frowned. "I just dont want you to get hurt, Tae. I promised your brother that I'd look after you. We don't know what to expect when it comes to these kind of cases."

Taehyung cupped Hoseok's cheek and smiled gently.

"Being my dead brother's best friend doesn't automatically make you my body guard, Hoseok. " Taehyung muttered.

Hoseok gave him a blank stare and Taehyung sighed.

"Relax. I'll be fine. I'm just here to observe anyway." He whispered. "I'll step aside if push comes to shove."

Hoseok closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against Taehyung's.

"Promise?"

"Stop being sappy." Taehyung chuckled softly.

He place his hands on either side of Hoseok's shoulders and pushed him back.

"Head Quaters needs more information." Taehyung said.

Hoseok opened his eyes and placed his palms ontop of taehyung's fingers.

"Im going to his house tonight. I'll see what I can find."

Averting his gaze, Taehyung fiddled with the doorknob by his side.

"...Why're you going to his house?" He mumbled.

Hoseok quirked an eyebrow and gripped Taehyung's chin to tilt his head back.

Looking into Taehyung's eyes, Hoseok smirked.

"Why... are you Jealous, Tae tae?"

Taehyung pulled his face away and unlocked the door, stepping out into the empty hallway.

"As if." He yelled back, making his way to the cafeteria to join the rest of the school in their lunch break.

"It's okay to admit that you like me." Hoseok laughed, walking behind him.

"Oh, but i don't like you... sorry to disappoint." Taehyung mused.

"Sure~" Hoseok mused back. "Keep telling yourself that."

__________________

"Where'd Hoseok and Taehyung run off to?" Jimin questioned, looking around the cafeteria.

"I dont know and frankly... I dont care either. I just wanna eat my food and go home." Jungkook replied, sitting down at their shared table.

"But you're not going home because you're coming to me~" Jimin sang. "Arent you excited?"

Jungkook observed Jimin jumping up and down in his seat like an hyperactive puppy and hid the smile that threatened to spread on his face.

"Not as excited as you, apparently."

"Do you think we should invite Taehyung?" Jimin asked, ignoring Jungkook's comment.

"If you get to invite people, then i get to uninvite people aswell." Jungkook sighed.

"You cant uninvite yourself. You-"

"-already agreed, I know I know." Jungkook groaned. "Just... keep your sister away from me, okay?"

Jimin smiled, eyes disappearing by the action.

"I'll try."

***

~FLASHBACK~

"Hey Rookie, catch!" Namjoon yelled, throwing a bottle of water in Taehyung's direction.

Startled by the outcall, the latter turned around and caught the drink thrown at him.

Namjoon chortled and walked up to his younger brother. He fluffed up his hair, making Taehyung frown at the action

"You don't have to treat me like a kid, Joon." He huffed, crossing his arms with the bottle still in his hand.

Namjoon smiled and took a step back, allowing a triumphant gaze to run over Taehyung's figure.

"Im sorry." He chuckled softly. "I'm just so proud of you. Top achiever, wow."

Taehyung blushed and looked away.

"The training wasnt that difficult." He muttered, modestly.

"Yes, it was. I've went through the same courses two years ago and it was definitely difficult." Namjoon said, punching Taehyung lightly on his shoulder.

Suddenly, his joyed expression faded and he stared at Taehyung seriously.

"Taehyungie..." he said. "Now that you're officially part of the agency... please be careful. You know how dangerous this job can get."

Taehyung shook his head in negativity.

"Don't worry, Joon. I'm just Intel, remember?"

Namjoon smiled then, bringing his brother in for a tight embrace.

"And that's the only reason I agreed to you following my footsteps and joining the agency." He mumbled. "Knowing that you wont have to risk your life on outside jobs. It gives me peace of mind."

Taehyung rolled his eyes at his brother's overprotectiveness, but accepted his embrace anyway.

Growing up with secret agent parents, Namjoon and Taehyung knew nothing but the agent life.

They were born and bred to be of the best.

So one tended to pick up a few things about the dangers of being a secret agent.

And when Namjoon and Taehyung were deemed orphans after losing their parents on a mission, they had come to learn of the dangers all too well.

As the oldest, Namjoon had taken it upon himself to become the father figure in their lives from a young age.

They had the agency to tend to them, but Namjoon was the only family that Taehyung had left, which allowed them to develop a bond so strong.

"What's this sappy moment going on here?" Someone suddenly asked.

Namjoon released his deathgrip on Taehyung and chuckled.

"Aah~" Namjoon mused. "Hoseok, perfect timing. I want you to meet someone."

Hoseok lifted a brow skeptically and turned to the boy his best friend had just let go of.

His eyes widened just the slightest.

This boy...

He was damn handsome.

He had an odd resemblance to Namjoon, yet they looked nothing alike. His orange hair shone brightly in the sunlight and Hoseok had never seen anyone suit that hair color better than the boy infront of him.

He looked young, but his eyes carried years of sorrow.

And he knew why, ofcourse... Being Namjoon's best friend, he knew of all the heartache they had been through.

He also knew that Namjoon had a brother.

He just didn't expect him to be this... beautiful.

"Taehyungie, this is Hoseok." Namjoon introduced, bringing that latter out of his daze. "Hoseok, this is our new recruit, Taehyung... my brother."

Hoseok cleared his throat and reached out a hand, which Taehyung gleefully shook.

"Welcome to AEON, Taehyung." Hoseok managed to voice out.

Taehyung smiled sheepishly and dropped his gaze when Hoseok stare became more intense.

"Thank You." He replied. "I think I'm going to enjoy my stay here.
______
~End of flashback~
______

"Are you gonna finish that?"

Jungkook lifted his brow skeptically, pizza slice still inbetween his lips.

"This slice?" He questioned in confusion.

Jimin nodded, staring lovingly at the food item in question.

Jungkook quirked his lips, removing the pizza slice and handing it to Jimin.

"Apparently I'm not."

Jimin clapped excitedly and happily accpeted the pizza, munching on it with glee.

Hoseok chuckled at the scene, head falling back onto Taehyung's lap and patting his own full belly.

"I dont know how you can eat any more, Jimin..." he groaned. "I feel like I'm about to burst."

They had ordered two pizzas for each of them. Jimin had devoured his within two minutes and then continued to stare at the rest of them while they ate theirs at their own pace.

"Me too." Taehyung agreed, finishing off his last slice and licking his fingers.

From his position on Taehyung's lap, Hoseok stared up at the younger while he licked the pizza residue off of his long digits.

Taehyung felt the gaze and looked down, locking his gaze with the older.

Hoseok smiled.

"Hey, there." He said softly.

"Hi." Taehyung smiled back, bringing a hand down to thread through Hoseok's fluffy hair.

Jungkook observed the two infront of him as he closed his pizza box.

They were so strange. Jungkook couldnt put his finger on it, but he knew they were so much more than just childhood neighbours.

Narrowing his eyes, he allowed his gaze to stray.

If they didnt wanna say anything, Jungkook wasnt going to force them... it was their life.

He didnt like people prying into his business, so he wouldnt pry into other's.

"No offence, Jiminee..." Hoseok said, bringing everyone's attention to him. "But this sleepover's kinda... boring."

Jimin pouted, crossing his arms.

"I told you that we should've had a theme. It would have made things so much better." He sighed.

Hoseok shrugged.

"Even without the theme, though..." he said. "I know i havent been to many of these things, but I'm pretty sure we're supposed to be doing more than just lay around like whales."

Jimin stretched his legs infront of his, bringing his hands on his lap so he could fold them.

"What do you then want us to do?" He inquired.

"Let's all go home." Jungkook smiled falsely.

Hoseok picked up the pizza box closest to him and threw Jungkook hard against his head.

"No." He warned, wagging a finger. He looked up at Taehyung for any sort of input and the latter just shrugged his shoulders aswell.

When Hoseok brought his gaze back to Jimin's, he spotted a mp4 player in the corner of the room.

He smirked.

"Crank up the tunes!" He shouted, jumping up from his position in Taehyung's lap and running towards the device in question.

Jimin hollered in agreement, shortly joining Hoseok.

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom real quick." Taehyung announced, looking directly at Hoseok.

The latter locked their gazes, an unspoken conversation happening between the two before he nodded curtly and turned back to watch what Jimin was doing with the MP4 buttons.

Jungkook bit his cheek at the little exchange, but ignored it once again, sighing in annoyance instead.

...why?

He thought.

Why did i have to spend a perfectly good friday night with these... things.

Seconds later, the familiar sound of Trey Song's 'Slow Motion' started playing and Jimin was practically humping the air.

"Nice~" Hoseok shouted over the music, moving his own body from side to side.

Jungkook had to admit... Their dancing wasn't bad.

Not that he knew anything about dancing... but he guessed that they didnt look half as awkward as he had expected.

____
~Flashback~
____

"It's good thing that you're in Intel." Hoseok chuckled. "You punch like a girl."

Taehyung huffed and threw another fist at the older, hitting him square in the ribs.

He smiled in triumph when Hoseok buckled over in pain.

"You were saying?" He smirked.

"You caught me off gaurd with that one." Hoseok wheezed out. "It wont happen again."

Taehyung chuckled, removing the red boxing gloves from his hands.

Namjoon had suggested that Hoseok help Taehyung out with his physical combat.

Taehyung might have been top of his class, but physical combat was still his lowest mark.

Namjoon would have done it himself, if it wasnt for the fact that he never got any off time. Being the amazing agent he was, Namjoon was sought out mission after mission. Everybody wanted him on the team because it was a guarentee that the mission would be a success, was he on it.

"I have to admit, you're getting better." Hoseok said, removing his protective vest. He looked at Taehyung as the younger smiled, blushing the slightest.

He was too cute for his own good.

"I guess I have a good teacher." Taehyung said softly, looking up at Hoseok through his eyelashes.

Hoseok stepped forward, placing a hand on Taehyung's shoulder and allowing it to travel all the way along his arm, until it reached his palm.

He fiddled with Taehyung's fingers, and the younger looked down to avoid Hoseok's gaze.

"A teacher's only as good as his weakest student." Hoseok breathed.

"I'm your only student." Taehyung mumbled, looking up at Hoseok's plump, red lips.

"Guess I'm a pretty good teacher then." Hoseok smiled, bringing his hand back up to cup Taehyung's neck.

"Maybe you could teach me... other things." Taehyung whispered, moving his face closer to Hoseok's.

The latter leaned in aswell, breathing in the scent that was distinctly Taehyung.

"...maybe." he whispered back, inches away from his lips.

"Kim Taehyung, Jung Hoseok." A voice announced over the intercom that was situated in the training room. "Kim Namjoon has been severly injured and has requested to have an audience with you."

Taehyung pulled away from Hoseok the second the announcement began, eyebrows knotting in confusion.

Namjoon wasnt even supposed to be back yet from his mission. What did they mean he wants an audience with them?

"Severly injured?" He frowned. He stepped back, running the words in his head over and over, trying to contemplate it.

That's when it hit.

"OH MY GOD, JOON!" He screeched before running out of the room towards the resident infirmary, an extremely confused Hoseok trailing behind him.

___________

When Taehyung entered the disinfectant smelling area and found his brother...

What was left of his brother

...lying on a gurney, he nearly threw up.

"W-what, i don't... how can you-"

"Taehyung." Namjoon wheezed out, his bandaged arm reaching out for his brother. "Come here."
Taehyung took in Namjoon's broken appearance. His entire upper body was wrapped in bandages.

But that was practically all there was.

He didnt have a right leg or arm.

Taehyung had been informed later that day that it was blown off in an accidental explosion during the mission.

"Come here, Taehyung." Namjoon tried again, his voice giving out and slipping on the last word.

"I- i cant, Joon. I can't." Taehyung whispered, tears streaming down his face. He was used to seein things like this by now. Disembodied heads, bloody limbs... but in no way was he prepared to see his own brother this way. He looked up into his brothers bandaged face, eyes barely left open.

"Are you going to leave me?" He cried. He took a hesitant step closer and took a hold of the hand that was reaching out for him. "Don't leave me. If you leave..." Taehyung sniffed. "I'll have no one."

Namjoon shook his head slowly, then he looked pass his brother and locked his gaze with his best friend standing stoicly at the door.

"Hoseok." He called out.

The boy in question stepped forward, making his way beside Taehyung and ran his eyes over Namjoon's body.

"I have a favour to ask you." Namjoon coughed.

Hoseok swollowed, eyes watering.

"Take care of him." Namjoon pleaded. "Please, take care of him."

Hoseok allowed a few tears to fall from his eyes before he nodded, placing a hand on top of that of Taehyung and Namjoon's.

"I promise." Hoseok declared.

Namjoon closed his eyes.

"Thank you."

_______
~End of flashback~

***

Jungkook sat idly in the corner of the room, smirking in amusement as Hoseok danced seductively infront of Jimin. The latter looking as comfortable as a balloon in a room of needles.

His eyes were wide as saucers. It was obvious Jimin wanted to join in, but Hoseok had the chill of a two year old child.

In other words, no chill what so ever.

Hoseok dropped down and started grinding on the floor and Jimin's face went beet red. He averted his gaze and locked it with Jungkook.

...and then he smiled so wide, Jungkook had to narrow his eyes a bit at the brightness of it all.

"Jungkookie, come dance with us!" He exclaimed, running over to the boy in question.

"No." Jungkook deadpanned.

Jimin crouched down infront of him, pulling on the sweatpants that Jungkook had opted to put on instead of the plain boxers that both Jimin and Hoseok were wearing.

"Come on~" he mewled. "It'll be fun."

"I don't dance." Jungkook argued, slapping Jimin's hand away from him.

"Everybody dances, Jungkookie!" Hoseok chuckled.

"Yeah!" Jimin agreed.

"Well, not me." Jungkook denied, giving his signiture uninterested look.

Jimin pouted, jumping up and doing something Jungkook would later realise was where everything began.

He reached down, took a firm grip of both Jungkook's ankles and pulled, ultimately making Jungkook fall from his sitting position onto his back.

And he knocked his head. Hard.

"What the fuck, Jimin?" He yelled, hand gripping his injured skull. "Let me go!" He screamed, kicking his feet that was being held so tightly.

"Not until you agree to dance with us~" Jimin sang gleefully. "It's not that hard, Kookie."

Jungkook's eye twitched.

"Don't call me that."

Jimin ignored his request and carried on wiggling the youngers legs around. In the background, Hoseok was heard cracking himself up, never missing the opportunity to shout out inappropriate comments.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes and bit down his own comments about the way Hoseok and Taehyung acted around eachother.

'Where was the newest guy anyway?'

Jungkook thought.

'He's been gone for a while.'

The giggling of Jimin's laughter brought him back to the present situation. Looking up at the nuisence that had entered his life, Jungkook gave one last kick before giving up.

'Let the kid do what he wants with my foot.'

Jimin began pushing Jungkook's leg back and forth... the sounds of Nick Jonas's 'Chains' emitting it's way around the room.

"You got me chains~" he sang, extremely off tune. Jungkook didn't know if he was doing it on purpose or not, because he hadn't heard him sing before... but the sound could equally rival that of a dying cat, so he difinitely hoped Jimin was just messing around.

Jimin brought Jungkook's sock covered foot higher, using it as a mic. "Tryna break the chains, but the chains only break me!"

When the beat dropped, so did Jimin... still with Jungkook's leg between his hands.

If Jungkook didn't know any better, he'd swear the boy was using it as a goddamn pole...and with the way Hoseok was hysterically laughing on the floor, Jungkook knew his thoughts were spot on.

And yeah, it was all fun and games, but Jungkook didn't appreciate being used as a pole.

"Jimin, let go of me."

Jimin shook his head, laughing with glee. He turned around then directing his attention to Hoseok.

"Sit down, I'm gonna give you a little show." He smirked.

Turning back around, Jimin placed his hand on Jungkook's calf. He gripped it firmly, then threw his head to the back, gyrating his hips up and down around Jungkook's leg.

The latter watched Jimin skeptically. Well, if he was being honest with himself... he was more curious than anything, so he let Jimin grind himself against his leg.

'Atleast his crotch isn't touching me.'

Jungkook thought, seconds before Jimin firmly pressed his groin against the back of Jungkook's calf.

"Okay!" The younger suddenly exclaimed, kicking Jimin off so that he landed on his ass. "That's enough of that."

Jimin jumped up immediately.

"That was an accident!" He yelled, eyes widening. "I didn't mean anything by it."

Hoseok watched the exchange from the side and smiled evily. He had an idea.

"Hey, Jungkook." He called, walking over to him and sitting down on the pillow beside the two.

"What?"

"How do you know that you're asexual?" Hoseok questioned, eyebrow raised.

Jungkook frowned, sitting up against the wall.

"I told you... Nothing interests me." He answered.

Hoseok leaned back aswell.

"How do you know that though?" He asked. "Have you ever had a girlfriend before? A boyfriend?"

Jungkook tilted his head, slightly curious.

"No." He replied, shaking his head in negativity

"So you've never kissed anyone?"

Again, Jungkook shook his head, making Hoseok smirk.

"Sung-hee!" He suddenly shouted, whipping his head around. "I know you're hiding behind that wall. Come here."

Jimin's head richocheted towards the wall in question and watched as his twin sister slowly peeked her face out behind the obstuction.

"H-hello, Jung Hoseok." she stuttered, blushing.

"Sung-hee, what the hell?" Jimin uttered, gobsmacked. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to see you pigging out on everyone's pizza and grinding your junk against Jeon Jungkook's leg." She snarled at her brother.

Jimin frowned, getting up.

"I swear to god I will-"

"-Leave her, Jimin." Hoseok chuckled, pulling the younger back down. He turned his face back to Sung-hee and smiled. "I have a proposition for you."

Sung-hee blushed even harder.

"Y-yes, Jung Hoseok?"

"Come give Jungkook a little kiss."

Three simultanious "what"s were echoed around the room, making Hoseok chuckle once again.

"Just kiss him. So we can see if he's straight or not." He turned back to the boys infront of him. "Sung-hee's quite attractive. She looks like you with longer hair, Jimin. If Jungkook doesn't feel anything when she kisses him, then we know for sure he's not interested in girls."

"I don't remember to agreeing to this." Jungkook bit.

He seemed to be saying that alot.

"Yeah, yeah...but your opinion doesn't matter." Hoseok muttered, ushering Sung-hee over with the wave of the hand. She followed oh so willingly, like a dog to a bone. "Just sit there and let Sung-hee fondle you."

Jimin watched as his sister saddled up to Jungkook's side, excitement clear in her brown eyes. He suppose he should have been having the whole "over protective brother" thing going on, but he couldn't. Jungkook wasn't doing this willingly. In fact, the boy looked like he wanted to anywhere but there, so he had no right to do that to him.

"Sung-hee." Jimin tried to warn instead.

The girl in question rolled her eyes at her brother, then forwardly straddled Jungkook's legs.

Hoseok clapped excitedly.

"Right, now just smooch him."

"No, do not 'smooch' him!" Jimin protested. "What if you get herpes?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, yes I do not want to kiss your sister, but what makes you think I have herpes?" He bit.

Jimin shrugged his shoulders.

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook grabbed the back of Sung-hee's neck spitefully and pulled her foreward, smashing his lips against hers.

Jungkook might have never kissed anyone before, but he'd watched enough movies to know how to do it.

Should he have been a little peeved off that his first kiss was given to someone who he clearly felt nothing for? Probably... But Jungkook couldn't find it in himself to give any fucks at that moment, because he knew he'd never find anyone that he actually felt something for anyway.

Sung-hee whimpered as he pulled away, her lips still awkwardly pouted as if she wanted more.

She probably did.

"And? How was that?" Hoseok asked excitedly.

Jungkook rolled the question around in his head.

"Wet." He replied.

Hoseok frowned, looking at Jimin next to him.

"Kiss him." He ordered, nudging his head in Jungkook's direction.

"What? No. I'm not gay." Jimin protested, palms up.

Hoseok sighed.

"Fine. I'll kiss him." Hoseok deadpanned.

Taehyung had chosen that exact moment to walk back into the room. He had overheard the conversation, but remained silent... quietly watching as Hoseok's gaze met his own with hesitance.

"Actually..." Hoseok said, eyes not leaving Taehyung's. "I think you should do it, Jimin."

Jimin began protesting again, until Jungkook grabbed the back of Jimin's neck - the same way he had done with Sung-hee.

"Let's just get this over with." He groaned, roughly crashing their lips together.

This time, however- It was different.

What it was, Jungkook couldn't tell, but he felt something in his gut turn and against his will, his eyes fluttered close.

Cautiously, Jimin placed his hand on the ground beside either side of Jungkook's hips and crawled closer, the hand on his neck gently tightening.

Jimin pulled back the slightest and pressed forward again, capturing Jungkook's bottom lip inbetween his teeth and the grip that the younger had of Jimin's neck loosened. He brought both of his hands to clutch on Jimin's broad shoulders, digging his nails into the white shirt that Jimin filled out perfectly.

"You think they gonna stop anytime soon?" Hoseok commented to Taehyung who had taken a seat beside him.

Taehyung breathed out a quick laugh, watching the PG rated scene unraveling before them.

Jungkook gasped out of the kiss, his breath littering across Jimin's lip and the older boy leaned closer again to feel Jungkook's warm mouth on his again. They opened their eyes in a daze state, Jungkook having difficulty with finding his bearings.

Pulling back, Jimin sat down with his legs crossed... Sung-hee had returned to her place behind the wall and was peeking out with her blood red cheeks on full display.

Hoseok smirked.

"And? Who was better?"

Jungkook took a few steady breaths, his breathing still messed up heavily.

He looked at all the people surrounding him and cleared his throat.

"They were both the same." He lied.

Taehyung burst out laughing.

"Yeah, obviously..." he said sarcasticly.

Jungkook glared menacingly at their new comer.

"You weren't even here when i kissed Sung-hee, how would you know?" He muttered. "Where were you anyway. It doesn't take half an hour to pee."

Taehyung's face remained unchanging.

"I have urination problems." He shrugged.

Jungkook curled his lip up in disgust before turning away and spotted Sung-hee still watching.

"What?" He questioned. She was staring. Why was she staring?

Jungkook watched as her eyes lowered and he followed her gaze all the way down to find the very prominent tent in his sweat pants.

Everybody's eyes zeroed in on the new discovery, Jungkook couldn't even believe it himself.

He was hard. Kissing made him hard. Painfully so, aswell.

"That definitely wasn't there when i was sitting on you." Sung-hee blushed.

Chuckling, Hoseok stood up with a proud smile and trutted his way over to Jungkook's still form. He patted him hard on the back in pride.

"Well done, Jungkookie." He mused, Taehyung laughing in the background aswell. "You are officially a homosexual."

Jimin's eyes went impossibly wide, never leaving the erection that was occupying Jungkook's sweatpants.

'I did that?'

He thought.

"I made him-"

"-You didn't make him gay, Jimin." Taehyung said, laughter simmering down. "Jungkook just needed a little push. Although, you did make him hard though, so props for being a good kisser."

Jimin's blush rivaled that of Sung-hee's and he covered his face quickly, willing the redness to go away.

Jungkook finally averted his gaze from his pants and looked at the boy who had caused this.

Was Jungkook gay? He didn't really have anything against the orientation, per say... he just never thought of himself as anything.

But after one kiss? Surely he couldn't simply be classified into something just like that. Jungkook had to make sure.

"Jimin." Jungkook called. "Do that again."

Jimin head shot up, confusion painting his face.

"W-what?" He asked.

"Kiss me. Do it again."

Jimin shook his head vigorously.

"No no no-"

"-Just do it."

"-but why-"

Before Jimin could protest any longer, Jungkook crawled up to him and straddled his hips, leaning down so that he could capture Jimin's lips once again.

This time, he didn't waste any time in hesitancy. Pushing him straight down onto the floor, Jungkook allowed his tongue to trace the seams of Jimin's lips, uncaringly asking for enterance.

Jimin opened up with a groan, allowing the younger to card his rough hands through Jimin's soft locks.

Sung-hee exclaimed a mixure of a meep and a moan before she ran away shrieking like a child in a candy store.

Well, someone was happy.

Hoseok laughed at her actions, calming down and smirking at the pair currently sucking face. He looked at the boy beside him through the corner of his eye, then faced the front again.

"Tae..." he called quietly. "You find anything?"

Taehyung's eyes clouded.

"I did."

He reached into his sweat pants pocket and pulled out a handful of emeralds.

Shiny, stolen emeralds.

"You'll never guess where I found them, though." He said, placing the jewels back in his pocket. "I've reported it already, but I have to go into Aeon tomorrow to give a statement."

Hoseok nodded, leaning back against the pillow behind him.

"I'm going with you."

Taehyung turned his head to study Hoseok's face, sighed and then nodded.

"One thing's for sure though..." he said. "We need to take a closer look at the files that were given to us, because Jimin is innocent."

___

Sung-hee returned with her camera, full intention of taking video of her brother and Jungkook making out for some blackmail material, when she overheard the conversation.

"You'll never guess where I found them, though." Taehyung had said, her precious jewels displayed in his hand.

Her face dropped and she gritted her teeth, annoyed.

Going back up to her room, Sung-hee picked up her phone and dailed a number.

On the third ring, the call was answered.

"Daddy?" She said, quietly. "We have a big problem."

***

Jimin groaned softly, unheard by their audience, but definitely not lost by Jungkook, who sighed at the sound.

Kissing. It was a strange thing. It made his tummy curl and knot and twist and he didn't know if he liked that or not.

Kissing Jimin was even more confusing, because he couldn't help but reminice on the first day that he layed eyes on the boy.

Those thick thighs that he had noticed back then were straddling his hips, causing their bodies to have much more contact that Jungkook had ever had... He hadn't gotten this close to anybody before-not even his parents.

When they were alive, that is.

Jimin moved even closer and Jungkook had to place his hands on Jimin's waist in order not to fall backwards. The slightly older male brought his hands up to encircle Jungkook's shoulder and he licked Jungkook's bottom lip, causing Jungkook to-against his will- moan...softly.

"How long do you think they're gonna keep going at it?" Hoseok asked.

"I don't know." Taehyung smiled. "Maybe we should leave and give them some privacy?"

"And miss all of this? I don't think so." Hoseok chuckled.

Taehyung rolled his eyes at the pervert that he had come to know as Jung Hoseok. He hadn't changed ever since they became aquainted with eachother.

Though, Taehyung had to admit that the older boy had become slightly more handsome.

Well, slightly was understating it. Hoseok had always been pretty. From the moment Taehyung layed his eyes on the fourteen year old, he was captivated by those beautiful eyes and his dazzling smile. A year later, puberty hit Hoseok like a bus.

Taehyung was a year younger than Hoseok, but even he, in his pre-pubecent phase, noticed how Hoseok's jaw line became more prominent. How his arms were slightly more defined and how his voice changed into something that Taehyung often longed to hear almost daily.

Now, years later... Taehyung still reminices on the times when things were simpler. When Hoseok's touches would ignite things in him that left him frazzled.

They still do, Taehyung had just learned to ignore them.

Taehyung admired Hoseok's side profile as he watched Jimin and Jungkook curiously. Then he sighed.

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung picked up the pillow he was leaning on and threw it at the pair busy making out.

"Show's over." He bit and Jimin fell back, still in shock of being thrown with a pillow.

Hoseok chuckled.

"I love it when you get all jealous and stuff." He winked, making Taehyung roll his eyes for the millionth time.

Jungkook opened his eyes slowly, breathing returning to its normal state. He blinked slowly, focussing his vision on a back-tracking Jimin.

He reached up and touched his lips, softly... the feeling of being thoroughly kissed still lingering on them.

Jimin watched him, unknowingly copying the movement.

Hoseok laughed.

"Yes, those things are called lips. You both have them."
Taehyung slapped Hoseok on his arm for the lame joke, and the older clutched the body part sourly.

"Uhm..." Jimin said, voice still hoarse. "That was..."

"I'm gay." Jungkook breathed out. He turned to Hoseok.

"You." He said. "What do i do now?"

Hoseok lifted an eyebrow skeptically.

"What do you mean? You carry on like normal." Hoseok chuckled. "Well, as normal as you can be. Being gay doesn't alter your life."

Jungkook frowned, turning back to Jimin because he didn't really know if he should trust Hoseok's words or not.

"That true?"

Jimin gaped slightly, clearing his throat and sitting up straight.

"Why are you asking me that? I'm not gay." He denied.

Hoseok leaned back in disbelief.

"Really?" He mused. "You expect us to believe that after that whole make out scene?"

"Just to set the record straight, he pulled me in, not the other way around." Jimin informed, grimly. "Let's do something else." He said, trying to change the subject. "How about we play truth or dare, that's a popular game at sleepovers." He smiled.

"You know we're just gonna dare you to kiss Jungkook again." Taehyung smirked.

"Okay let's not play truth or dare then. Any suggestions?" Jimin quickly said.

"I suggest we all go home."

No guesses who that answer came from.

"Could you stop!" Jimin suddenly yelled. Surprizing himself and everyone around him.

"Excuse me? I was the one forced to come here so if my complaints annoy you, then tough luck because you're gonna hear them anyway!" Jungkook shouted back.

That was the most he had ever said to Jimin before, and the fact that it came out as an exclaimation had Jimin shrinking back into his pillow.

Jungkook instantly regretted it.

Which was strange, because usually he never - ever- gave a fuck about anyone.

"S-sorry." He muttered, turning away and lying down in his makeshift bed on the floor. "I'm tired, so I'm gonna go sleep now."

"Oh..." Jimin mumbled. "Yeah okay. I think I'm gonna head out to dreamland too." He smiled.

It was a fake smile, but it was there none the less.

"Goodnight then." Hoseok said, getting into his own blanket pile. "I guess we're sleeping."

________
"You awake?" Jimin whispered.

It was 4:30 am. Jimin had not gotten a wink of sleep... and he had a strange feeling that the boy beside him wasn't faring any better.

"...yeah." Jungkook replied after a moment.

Sitting up, Jimin stared blindly at the pile of blankets next to him. He could faintly make out the dark tufts of hair peeking out.

"Do you want some coffee?" He asked quietly, careful not to disturb the other two boys.

It was another long moment before Jungkook replied in positivity again and Jimin stood up.

He didn't expect Jungkook to get up and follow him to the kitchen, but he didn't mind it either.

"Let me guess... black, no sugar?" Jimin asked. Jungkook looked like the strong black coffee kind of guy.

"Ew, who does that?" He frowned, surprizing Jimin entirely. "Four sugars, and lots of milk."

Jimin laughed quietly in disbelief, but followed Jungkook's instructions. Once Jungkook was satisfied with the sweetness of his beverage (Jimin had to add a few more teaspoons of sugar since Jungkook had claimed that the teaspoon he was using was very small)- he sat down at the kitchen counter.

Jimin followed and sat across from him.

"You're a strange guy, Jungkook." He whispered, stirring his coffee a bit more.

Jungkook scoffed.

"That coming from you... Mr. iCarryBallPointPensAroundInMyPocket?" Jungkook teased, smiling so slightly that if Jimin wasn't looking, he would have missed it completely...

But he saw it... and it brought on a smile of his own.

He looked out the kitchen window and noticed it was still dark outside, but the sun would be coming out at any moment.

An idea popped in his mind and he stood up abruptly.

"Where're you going?" Jungkook asked, frowning.

Jimin tugged the younger up by his hand and urged Jungkook to follow him.

"We're gonna go watch the sunrise."

______
It was a struggle to get Jungkook to climb up onto the roof, but Jimin managed to persuade him anyway.

So there they were ... 04:45, waiting.

"Why are we doing this?" Jungkook questioned, bringing his mug up to his lips. It was fucking cold outside.

"I seek adventure." Jimin sighed happily.

"I don't. Can i get off now?"

Jimin pouted and Jungkook rolled his eyes, choosing to stay... since he was still apologetic for their earlier fall out.

"Sorry about earlier." He said quietly, avoiding Jimin's eyes when the slightly older male turned to look at him.

"It's okay." Jimin smiled. "I deserved it... for always annoying you."

"I'm not even gonna deny that." Jungkook chuckled softly and Jimin's eyes widened.

"Oh my god." He suddenly said.

"What?" Jungkook frowned.

"You're showing emotion! And not just any emotion, you're actually laughing!" He exclaimed, nearly losing grip on the mug in his hands.

Jungkook rolled his eyes in amusement.

"You're an idiot." He laughed again.

"This is so strange I don't even know how to act right now." Jimin cried.

Jungkook shoved him aside, careful not to spill any coffee.

Jimin giggled, settling back down in his position.

He stared up the sky and placed his coffe down beside him.

"So what's your deal?" He asked curiously, looking at Jungkook, who looked questionly back at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Like... why are you this grumpy old lady." Jimin laughed, doging the punch that Jungkoom threw in his direction at being called a female.

"I don't have a 'deal' , as you put it." Jungkook replied, placing his own empty mug down beside him aswell. "But i guess my anti-socialness started after my..." jungkook trailed off.

"After your what?" Jimin encouraged.

"After my parents died." Jungkook confessed.

Jimin inhaled at the new information, a thousand emotions flared across Jungkook's face in the time span of two seconds, but then it was gone again.

"I'm sorry." Jimin said, looking away. He didn't know why, but to see Jungkook's usually expressionless face marred with pain all of a sudden was making it really difficult to maintain eye contact.

"It's okay." Jungkook smiled sadly. "I was six at the time and I didn't understand it at all. Being told that Mommy and Daddy aren't coming home anymore doesn't make sense at that age, you know?"

Jimin nodded. He did know.

His father left when he was younger aswell, so he knew exactly what Jungkook meant.

"How did they die?" Jimin asked softly.

Jungkook sighed, leaning back on his elbows.

"Some kind of accidental explosion at their laboratory. I never did get the full story from my brother. After they died, he just sort of... drifted away from me I guess." Jungkook smiled, looking at Jimin. "I was told that I looked like the splitting image of my mother... maybe that's why Seokjin can't stay around me for more than two minutes. I probably reminded him of her too much."

Jimin turned away again, looking back up at the sky.

"Seokjin's your brother?" He asked.
"Brother by blood, yeah... but he doesn't really play the role of "big brother" around the house. I see my school classmates more than i see him."

Jimin bit his lip, anger in his system immediately flaring up. He too, was a big brother, even though Sung-hee was technically older than him, but he knew the responsibilities that a big brother was supposed to fullfill... and leaving your sibling to go through his wreck of emotions alone is not one of them.

"Seokjin's an asshole." Jimin muttered.

"I used to believe that too. Now i realise that he must have been suffering so much more than I was. I mean, was six, i barely knew my parents- but Seokjin was much older. He had spent so much more years with their love and for it to be suddenly ripped away from him like that... it probably broke him. So i really don't blame him for it anymore."

Jimin lied down on the roof and Jungkook followed.

"You're quite mature." Jimin noted.

"Naah~ you're just really childish."

Jimin pouted, pinching Jungkook's thigh and the latter pinched him back.

"I take that back, you are the most immature person I've ever met... and I've met a lot of people." Jimin chuckled.

Lying in silence, they watched as a slither of sunlight peeked up from the horizen. Jimin sat up, staring in awe at the amazing sight.

"It's so beautiful!" He sighed, tilting his head to the side.

Jungkook looked as well, but his eyes drifted away... and instead of watching the sun rise, his gaze opted to look at the strange boy sitting beside him.

The sunlight was reflecting in his brown orbs and the smile gracing his face could easily rival the brightness of the sun itself. Jimin's hair-though unbrushed- flowed back due to the slight wind surrounding them and he unconciously reached up to brush a few strands away from his eyes.

"Yeah..." Jungkook whispered, a small smile of his own appearing slowly. "Really beautiful."

Though, Jungkook had the strange feeling that they weren't really talking about the same thing.

***

"Do you know where they are?"

"Hoseok, i woke up the exact same time as you. How the fuck would i know where they are?"

Hoseok pouted. They were alone in Jimin's house. Sung-hee wasn't even there, spying on them.

Speaking of Sung-hee...

"I think i know why Aeon thought Jimin was the one we were looking for, instead of Sung-hee." Hoseok said, straightening his face.

"Yeah, i figured it out as well." Taehyung nodded. "Same date of birth, same parents, same locations, same face... She's literally the female version of Jimin. They must have mixed it up."

"No one would suspect the girl in the situation." Hoseok chuckled.

"Which is really stereotypical, but Aeon's always been gender biased." Taehyung frowned, skeptically.

Standing up, he reached for Hoseok's hand.

"We gotta get these jewels to intel." Taehyung supplied. "You coming or not?"

"Yeah, but what about Jimin and Jungkook." Hoseok questioned.

"They're probably fucking somewhere. Why are you so concerned?" Taehyung bit.

Hoseok laughed, loudly.

"Woah there, tiger. You need to calm your jealousy down. You were the one who pushed me away, remember?"

Hoseok stopped laughing. He looked as Taehyung's face fell at the mention of their past and immediately regretted their conversation.

"Taehyung..."

"It's fine, you're right. I'm being out of line." Taehyung mumbled, turning around and walking towards the front door.

Hoseok got up, chasing after him.

"No, Taehyung-"

"-Look." Taehyung sighed. He took another few steps forward, but didn't turn back around to face the older boy. "What i feel for you... what we felt for eachother, it's not going to go anywhere."

Hoseok grabbed Taehyung's wrist and spun him around, making sure the younger's gaze met his own.

"What if i don't want you to stay in line?" Hoseok asked quietly, bringing Taehyung's hands up so he could place his lips against Taehyung's soft knuckles.

Taehyung shuddered at the feeling, pulling his hand away again.

"What you want is irrelevent in this situation." He said, matter-of-factly. He averted his gaze again, but Hoseok gripped his chin bringing their faces closer.

"Taehyung..." He breathed, tilting his face higher. "Come on... I know you want this-"

"-Let me make this painstakingly clear, because you obviously don't understand what I'm trying to fucking say." Taehyung yelled, shuffling away. "I do not want a relationship with you or any one else for that matter. I am here to focus on my job, and that is what I'll be doing for the rest of my life."

"But if along the way you lose sight of your own happiness? " Hoseok exclaimed, throwing his hands up exasperately. "No, you cannot live that way. You have loved me before..." he stepped up again, invading Taehyung's personal space. "I will make you love me again. Why do you keep running from this?"

"Because everyone I've ever loved has been taken away from me!" Taehyung bellowed, pushing on Hoseok's chest, hard.

Why didn't Hoseok get this? Why couldn't he just understand?

"My parents..." he breathed. "Namjoon..." The younger boy looked up with pleading eyes. "I know what love is. I know how it can hurt you..." He looked away solemly, the familiar, feeble ache of loss and fear enveloping his frail heart. "I don't want to go through that ever again, Hoseok." Taehyung allowed his gaze to travel back to the older's, and he fixed him with a blank stare, even though tears were streaming down his face. "I don't want to love you. I don't want to lose you."

Hoseok had been quiet through Taehyung's rant, for the only loss he had ever known was Namjoon's. He had both of his parents... they were still lovingly married. His sister was a succesful accountant. He symphathised with Taehyung, but in no means did he understand what it felt like to be in his position.

So he did he only thing he thought would help.

He gripped Taehyung's fragile shoulders and pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

"Taehyung, baby..." he whispered, placing a chaste kiss on the younger boy's hair. "You're nineteen and you're carrying the world on your shoulders. You don't have to keep exhausting yourself like this. Share this burden with me. I can make things easier." He assured, hugging him ever so closely. "You won't lose me. I'll be damned if I let myself die so easily." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Taehyung breathed out a sigh, closing his eyes and allowing his arms to encircle Hoseok's waist. He placed his head on the older's shoulder, and Hoseok felt the faint wetness of tears seeping into his night-shirt.

They hugged as Taehyung cried silently, only the sound of sniffles here and there echoing through the room.

After a good few minutes, Taehyung lifted his head and stared at Hoseok in tiltillating vigour.

He leaned in expeditiously, like a flash- and kissed him dead on. Gripping the back of Hoseok's hair for support.

It was quick, but they felt the kiss all the way down to the tips of their toes. It was Taehyung's first.

Eighteen years of his life, and he was happy that his first kiss was with Hoseok. It meant so much... to both of them.

"What was that for?" Hoseok prodded, pecking Taehyung once again.

The younger boy inhaled deeply, leaning his face back on Hoseok's chest.

"For giving me hope." Taehyung smiled, calmly.

Gradually making their way apart from eachother, Taehyung informed Hoseok that they actually Did need to get their findings to intel, and he wasn't just using that as an excuse to get away from him.

"I actually think you should stay, incase Jimin and Jungkook do show up. It'll cause us a lot less explaining to do. Just tell them my parents called and I'll be back soon." Taehyung said, turning on his heel.

"Oh, okay... But what about Sung-hee? " Hoseok inquired. "Shouldn't you take her in as well?"

"You're forgetting that it isn't Jimin-or Sung-hee for that matter- that we're after. Sung-hee's simply an apprentice of Yoongi's." Taehyung clarified as they walked out of the door.

"Yoongi's one hell of a criminal, though. I can't believe we haven't located him yet. Shit." Hoseok loathed, walking Taehyung out to the front gate.

"We'll find him. We've got these jewels, so it should atleast be enough evidence to lock him up for good this time." Taehyung declared.

"I hope so."
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"How long have they been trailing you?" Yoongi asked, watching the two boys through the window of Sung-Hee's bedroom.

"Me? Since last night." Sung-hee laughed, crudely. "They've been trailing Jimin for a while though... thought it was him."

"That fool? Who do they think I am? Hiring Jimin... ha! Biggest joke of the centuary." Yoongi grimaced.

Sung-hee gave another impish chuckle.

"I know, right?"

"Though, i don't know why this is all so amusing to you, since you are the one who fucking managed to rat yourself out!" Yoongi shrieked. "How long did you think you could hide those emeralds in your underwear drawer? That's the first fucking place a teenage boy would look!"

"I didn't know who they were, daddy." Sung-hee panicked.

"And stop fucking calling me that." He exclaimed. "Your fucking mother isn't married to me anymore. I am not your father!"

Sung-hee pouted, drawing herself in smaller.

"Yes, Yoongi."

Yoongi nodded in approval, turning back to the window and watching Taehyung and Hoseok's retreating backs.

"What am I going to do with you two..."

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Jimin pushed closer to the warm object in his arms. He felt so comfortable, god...

In a tranquil state, he opened his eyes and allowed the beams of the sun to invade his obscurred vision.

"Fuck, who opened the curtains?" He moaned in effort, pushing his face into his warm pillow.

...that was breathing.

Jimin's head shot up at the horrid realisation that pillows in fact- do not breathe and there was a very much asleep boy under him that actually shouldn't be under him.

...well, maybe if he was being honest with himself, he'd really liked the idea of Jungkook under him... moaning and groaning and-

What the fuck. No he didn't. He absolutely did not, because even though Jungkook was now gay, Jimin was not.

He stared down curiously at the slumbering boy he had made himself comfortable on.

Why was he sleeping on Jungkook, anyway? Where were they?

Memories of their earlier adventure climbing onto the roof clouded his mind and Jimin's eyes widened for a fraction.

...oh.

Judging by the position of the sun, it was well pass noon. It made sense though. The last thing Jimin remembered before he blanked out was lying beside Jungkook and arguing over what ongoing-anime was better (Jimin was adamant that Dragonball Z was far more entertaining than Naruto, but he had to admit that Jungkook made some valid points) ... and that was well past six in the morning.

Deciding that it really wasn't safe to be sitting on a roof while partially still drowsy from sleep, Jimin nudged Jungkook's waist with his finger.

"Jungkookie." Jimin muttered groggily. "Wake up, Jungkookie."

Jungkook moaned in protest-He was still tired for fucks sake- and threw his arm out to push Jimin away from him.

And push, he did. He pushed him right off of the roof.

"Ow~"

Jungkook shot up at the scuffle, crawling over to the edge of the roof and trying to hide his amused expression when a sprawled out Jimin entered his vision.

"Be careful, the ground can hurt." He joked.

"Wow, thank you for that helpful comment." Jimin groaned, pushing himself up on his elbows.

Then he had an idea.

"Oh look there's a giant elephant behind you!" He shouted out sharply and Jungkook turned hastedly around.

"What? Where!?"

And thanks to the boy being on the very edge of the rooftop, when he turned, he fell back and just like Jimin, landed harshly on his behind.

"Ow~" he groaned, falling flat.

"Careful, the ground can hurt." Jimin teased, causing Jungkook to roll his eyes. "You're an idiot to actually think there could be an elephant on the roof so this is partially your own fault."
Jungkook reached out to slap Jimin's arm, but the older boy was too fast for him... jumping up and galloping around in his backyard like a horse. Jungkook would have scoffed and said it was childish behaviour... if he wasn't running right behind him.

Were they too old to be playing tag? Did tag have an age limit?

"Jimin, I'm gonna kill you." Jungkook laughed, narrowly missing the small ditch in the ground as he chased the boy infront of him.

"You gotta catch me first!" He mewled back, turning around to mock his friend. "Catch me if you can~"

"Did you just make a Girls Generation reference?" Jungkook asked, a little out of breath.

Damn, this boy was fast.

"Maybe..." Jimin giggled, turning around and running through their back door that was still open.

He would have continued running, if it weren't for the wall on the oppisite side of him that he had forgotten was actually built there.

"Ow~" He groaned, rubbing his nose and turning around just in time to see a hyena-laughing Jungkook enter behind him at a slow pace. "Is it bleeding? God, please don't let it be broken my nose is my favourite part of my body!" He wailed, wincing when he removed his hands to show Jungkook.

Smiling, Jungkook shook his head in negativity.

"It's not bleeding." The younger boy reached out suddenly, pinching the bridge of it between his thumb and forefinger and Jimin cried out in pain. "If you can feel that, then it's not broken either." He chuckled.

"You're so evil." Jimin pouted, nursing his injured nose in his hands.

"Thank you." Jungkook smiled, walking over to the living room from which they slept -or tried to sleep in before they moved to the roof.

"Oh, finally! I was getting hella bored sitting in front of this television. Who even watches television these days? Damn." Hoseok complained. He stood up and walked over the piles of blankets on the floor, stopping when he noticed a wincing Jimin entering the room as well. "What happened to the idiot?" He asked, skeptically.

"Ran into a wall." Jungkook chuckled.

Hoseok laughed along until he looked straight at Jungkook and frowned.

"Woah, okay... hold up." He said, placing a hand on Jungkook's forehead as if checking for a fever. "Are you feeling okay? You must be sick or something because I swear i just heard you laugh."

Jungkook pushed Hoseok's hand away harshly, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up. Am i not allowed to laugh?"

"No no. That's not it. It's just... why? How?" Hoseok spilled, trying to comprehend what was happening.

"I don't know how laughing works." Jungkook bit. "I just feel something inside of me and it makes me wanna... laugh."

Hoseok looked over at Jimin to make sure that he wasn't seeing things, but Jimin just shrugged... walking over to the mirror that was on the wall to check out his aching nose.

"I feel like I'm in some alternative universe. I can't do this alone. I can't manage. I need Taehyung."

"Where is Taehyung, by the way." Jimin muttered out. Though it sounded more like 'wherve ish Taehun vy vhe wayf?' Because of the hold he had on his nose.

"Said his mother called and he had to go do something, he'll be back soon, though." Hoseok replied, fluently... The lie coming out easily after years of training. "The real question is... how was it?" Hoseok smirked.

Jungkook frowned, confusion marring his face. Huh?

"How was what?" He asked, crossing his arms and not liking the look Hoseok was giving them.

"You know..." the older boy wiggled his eyebrows. "I'm guessing it was your first time having sex, so how was it-"

"-Waoh, no one had sex anywhere. What the hell are you talking about?" Jungkook questioned, searching Hoseok's face to see if he was serious.

"Well, if you weren't having sex, then where were you?" Hoseok pouted. "And why didn't you invite me along."

"You vere shleepingf andf we didfn't wanfa wake youf."

I.e - you were sleeping and we didn't wanna wake you.

"We fell asleep on the roof. Jimin wanted to show me something that has existed since the beginning of time." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Hey!" He yelled, turning around... injured nose abandoned. "It was pretty okay, you admitted it yourself."

At the last few words, Hoseok noticed the tinge of pink that traced across Jungkook's cheeks.

Was he blushing? Oh my god he was blushing!

Why was he blushing?

"I guess it was kinda pretty." Jungkook mumbled, pushing passed Hoseok to make his way into the kitchen. "I'm hungry. What can i eat?" He hollered back, changing the subject entirely.

Jimin ran in afterwards and Hoseok observed them through the opening with a smile.

Interesting...

He thought.

Interesting indeed.

________________
"We should go somewhere." Jimin said, once they had finished their breakfast/ lunch... it was already past 1 pm.

"Like where?" Hoseok asked, keen on the idea.

Taehyung hadn't returned yet, but he didn't expect him to be quick either. Head Quater's was on the other side of town.

"We could go to the park!" Jimin exclaimed, jumping up with a huge smile. "It's around the corner. We could play on the swings and run down the slide?"

"Run down the slide?" Jungkook asked in disbelief. "That's not what you do on slides, Jimin."

"I know, I know... it's just so much more fun."

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Of all the places you could take us, you choose the run down, old park that's covered in germs and hobos? " Jungkook scoffed, nursing his tea in the mug infront of him. "You're so creative." He said, sentence dripping with sarcasm.

"Hey, I haven't been in this city for long. The park is the only recreational place I know of." Jimin whined.

"Same here, I came after Jimin, remember?" Hoseok added. "You have been living here your entire life. If anything, you should atleast know a few cool places to hang out in."

Jungkook sat quietly. He Did know a place... but that was his sanctuary... His 'get away' , of sorts.

Was he willing to share it with other people?

"Well..." he started after some time. "There is this place that I go to whenever my brother's home and I don't wanna be around him." Jungkook drawled.

Seemed as though he was.

"It's settled, then. Let's go." Hoseok smiled, jumping up.

"Yay!" Jimin clapped, copying Hoseok's actions. "But... shouldn't we wait for Taehyung?"

"I'll text him the address so he can meet us there." Hoseok said back, walking out of the kitchen.

Jungkook frowned.

There was that strange kind of familiarity between those two again. There was definitely something going on.

"What's wrong with your face?" Jimin asked and Jungkook turned to him questioningly. "You look as if you're trying to figure out a trig question in a maths paper."

Shaking his head at the obsurdity of the question (because Jungkook was having trouble with circle geometry, not trigs) Jungkook disregarded it. He turned to look at the boy beside him and only then noticed their close proximity.

Jimin coughed, slight blush tinting his cheeks.

"We should... uhmm..." he stumbled, gesturing to Hoseok who had walked into the living room.

They followed suite, and Jungkook would later realise that it wasn't only Jimin who had blushed... but himself as well.

Strange thing...

The realisation that he was actually capable of having... emotions.

_______

"Jungkook."

"Hmm."

"This is your room." Jimin stated.

Jungkook turned around, expression as blank as always.

"Wow, what gave it away... the sign on the door that says 'Jungkook' ?" The boy asked. "Or are you just naturally psychic?"

Jimin pouted.

"I thought we were going somewhere fun!" Jimin cried out. "We might as well have gone to the stupid park."

"Just to be clear, I never said we're going somewhere fun." Jungkook said. "But don't worry. We're not staying here. I just came to collect a few things."

"Like what?"

Hoseok walked into the room, placing his phone back into his pocket.

"Taehyung says he'll be here soon."

Jungkook nodded, reaching under his bed and pulling out a helmet.

Jimin's eyes widened.

"What is that?" He asked excitedly... already seeing where this was going.

"It's a pumpkin, Jimin. Obviously it's a pumpkin... gee, I wonder what else it could have been." He drawled out sarcastically.

Jimin ignored his words completely, opting to grab the black helmet with blue flames dancing around it.

"Where's your bike oh my god I'm gonna ride a motorbike I've never riden on a motorbike before." Jimin breathed, clipping the helmet on without even asking for further instructions. "Wait." He said, clipping the helmet back off. "Why do you have a motorbike? Do you even know how to ride a motorbike? I don't wanna die."

Jungkook ran the sentence over in his head.

"One, i have a motorbike because it was my dad's and obviously he won't be using it anymore. Two, yes... I've been using it for years now, I definitely know how to ride it, even though no... i don't have a licence. And three, you seem to have this impression in your head that you'll be riding with me on the bike."

Jimin pouted sadly, before putting the helmet back on.

"Please? I'll be quiet, i swear."

Jungkook pondered on the request, weighing his options.

"Fine. Whatever."

"Yes!" Jimin exclaimed, crouching down and pretending to rev a vehicle.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes skeptically at the weirdness of the boy in front of him.

"Question." Hoseok said. "What are me and Taehyung supposed to do?"

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders.

"You can take my car." Jimin offered, standing up straight. "It isn't as exotic as a motorbike, but it'll take you from A to B."

"Point B is really far, though." Jungkook said and the two other boys turned around to face him as he stuffed things into a backpack. "It's on the outskirts of town."

"It's okay. We might just need to stop at a gas station somewhere." Jimin supplied.

"You guys really need to learn how to lock your doors." A new voice said, walking into the room.

"Hey there." Hoseok smiled, walking over to place an arm over the younger's shoulders.

"Hey, yourself." Taehyung smiled.

"Everything good with... your mother?" Hoseok asked, eyeing Taehyung wearily.

Taehyung nodded at the underlying question.
_____

"Jimin, if you're gonna keep holding onto me like that then I'm gonna push you off and ride over you." Jungkook bit, making Jimin chuckle shyly and loosen his hold around Jungkook's waist.

"Sorry." He mumbled out.

"We haven't even started yet, why are you so scared?"

"I'm not scared. I'm just nervous."

"Same thing." Jungkook laughed.

"Hey! Lover boys!" Hoseok shouted from the car behind them. "We gonna be leaving any time soon?"

"Yeah shut up, we're leaving." Jungkook hollered back, firing up the monster underneath them.

"Oh my god!" Jimin shrieked, hold on Jungkook tightening once again.

Jungkook shook his helmet covered head at the annoyance behind him, but carried on... pushing forward.

"Please don't kill me." Jimin begged.

"If you keep quiet, I'll think about it." Jungkook replied... not one hint of sarcasm in his words, so Jimin had the urgency to think that Jungkook wasn't kidding.

They rode for a while... and after the initial nervousness had subsided by a tenfold, Jimin opened his eyes to take in the scenery rushing past them.

He hadn't lived here long enough to appreciate the beauty of the place, so he was actually really glad that Jungkook was doing this for him.

Well, for them.

It was weird to think that a few days ago, Jungkook would have completely brushed off the idea of being a tour guide.

Jimin had the strange feeling that Jungkook felt a little more open towards him because he knew about the younger's past now.

He smiled, hugging closer to the boy in front of him.

This boy's childhood was really saddening, no one should have to go through something like that. Especially when you're only six years old.

"Look to your right." Jungkook suddenly said, and Jimin frowned, but followed his instructions.

Upon the scene, his eyes widened.

"Oh my god!" He screamed, bouncing in his seat.

The herd of horses galloping beside them made him ecstatic. He had never seen these majestic animals so close before.

Turning around to the car following them, he gestured to the horses and he saw Taehyung's gaze follow, clapping Hoseok on the shoulder and laughing at something that Jimin couldn't hear.

Hoseok looked annoyed, but his smile was evident... and it almost seemed as though they were sharing an inside joke of some kind.

Jimin made a note to ask them about it later.

"They're so beautiful." Jimin sighed, resting his head on Jungkook's back as he referred to the animals.

"You find so many things beautiful." Jungkook chuckled. "Why do you do that?"

Jimin shrugged, even though Jungkook couldn't see him.

"Because everything IS beautiful. There's beauty in anything, you just have to look long enough... and you'll find it." Jimin smiled.

Jungkook was quiet for a while, the scenery around them taking Jimin's attention off of that fact.

"That's a strange way of looking at the world." He said softly and Jimin would have missed the words completely, had he not been waiting for a reply. "Optimism at it's finest." He joked and Jimin used the hold that he had around Jungkook's waist to punch him lightly in the stomach.

He ignored the feeling of the hard planes of Jungkook's abdominal muscles beneath his fingers.

Why had he never noticed them before?

"You're just way too pessimistic to appreciate my optimism." He joked back, wrapping his arms securely around Jungkook again.

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"Stay here, I'll be right back." Jungkook instructed as he entangled Jimin's arms around his waist.

They were parked in front of a strange looking building. It wasn't rundown, per say... but the uncut lawn and peeling paint on the walls could easily mean that it was.

"Where're you going?" Jimin asked in confusion.

"I need to drop a few things off." Jungkook replied as he made his way over to Jimin's car, opening the door and removing his backpack.

"Oh, okay." Jimin said.

He watched as Jungkook entered the door, then got off of the motorbike and walked to the car.

Taehyung rolled down the window when Jimin reached them.

"What's going on?" He asked. They seemed as confused as Jimin was.

"I don't know. Jungkook said we should wait here for him." Jimin shrugged his shoulders.

"Fuck that." Hoseok scoffed, opening the door and walking towards the building. "I wanna see what he's doing."

"Uhmm.." Jimin called. "He said we should wait."

"You can wait." Taehyung laughed, opening his door and following Hoseok. "We're going inside."

Jimin folded his arms across his chest, watching as they entered the building.

"Aah, Jungkook"s gonna be mad at me." He moaned, following the other's inside.

When he entered, he didn't expect to see a bunch of children who were probably around the ages of five or six surrounding a smiling Jungkook from all sides... but alas, that was exactly what he saw... and to say that Jimin was shocked would be an understatement.

"Prince Kook!" They yelled over and over again, none of them taking note of the other boys who had were there as well.

"Alex, Alex... please don't push Cagla like that." Jungkook warned. "Be nice."

'Alex' apologized, looking away. She noticed Jimin standing off to the side and she smiled widely, running over and hugging his leg.

"Prince Kook, is this your friends?" She lisped out. "They're pretty!"

Jungkook turned around, only then seeing that the others had followed him inside.

"I told you to-"

"-Fuck that, Jungkook. What's going on here?" Hoseok asked, smiling at a small boy who walked up to him and reached out, asking him to pick him up.

There was a silence, before the little boy started shouting "Fuck that" over and over, followed by the rest of the children around him.

Jungkook sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Neo, that's an ugly word. You can't say it." Jungkook said, eyeing Hoseok in disappointment.

"But said it, he did..." 'Neo' pouted. "Why say bad words you do, mister?" He yelled at Hoseok, and the older boy laughed, picking Neo up. Wasn't this kid too young to be having Star wars references in his vocabulary?

"I'm sorry, little Yoda."

Hoseok turned to his side and saw Taehyung on the floor, a little boy on his left, and a cute little girl on his right.

"Prince you are as well, mister?" Neo asked.

"Depends on what I need to do to be a prince, little one."

Neo tugged on Hoseok's shirt and the older boy let the small one down.

"Presents, Prince Kook brings." Neo clapped, running up to Jungkook again. "Play with us, he does."

Jungkook blushed, bending down and petting Neo's cheek.

"I'll explain later, guys." He said, looking up at Jimin.

"No, you explain now." Hoseok said, matter-of- factly.

Jungkook sighed, reaching into his bag and pulling out wrapped gifts for each child.

"I can't play today, okay? But I promise I'll be back soon." He said, and the children nodded enthusiasticly, all too busy unwrapping their presents.

Jimin watched quietly from the side... he had the faintest of smiles adorning his face and Jungkook hadn't explained a single thing yet, but Jimin already wanted hug him.

"Jungkook." An old lady called, walking up to the boy in question. "How nice of you to visit again." She smiled.

Jungkook reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, giving it to the lady who accepted it with the most appreciative of smiles.

"Thank you for taking care of them so well, Aunt Mish." He smiled back, and the old lady hugged him... bidding him a farewell when he closed the door behind them.

"Explain." Hoseok encouraged, and Jungkook rubbed a palm down his face.

"I will... when we get to our destination." Jungkook said, pleadingly.

He turned to face Jimin in some sort of request for help, and the older boy smiled.

"Well, then we better get going if we ever want to find out."

***
The beach was mostly vacant, save for the seagulls who were pecking at one another.

It was always like this... all calm and misty. It served as a safe haven of sorts, for when Jungkook's brother came home and could barely look him in the face.

Jungkook was known for his amazing skills at avoiding people, but he had never really been good with people avoiding him. Especially if it was the one person he'd always wanted attention from.

Pulling up along the curb, Jungkook unclipped his helmet and turned his head to watch as Jimin did the same, his blondish brown hair slightly ruffled from the object.

Jungkook wanted to reach out and sooth the incessant locks down, but thought against it... because Jungkook was Jungkook... and wouldn't that be weird?

"This place is beautiful." Jimin breathed, eyes roaming over the entirety of their surroundings. "Really. I know I say that a lot, but this place... wow."

Jungkook smiled ever so slightly.

He didn't want to believe that seeing Jimin approve of his destination made him a little giddy, but in all honesty, it kind of did.

Jimin got off the bike, and Jungkook had to fight the urge to pull him back, because the warmth that his thighs brought around Jungkook's own was indescribable.

Blinking twice at the weird, perverted thought (because what the hell? Jungkook had never had perverted thoughts before?) He shook his head and followed Jimin off.

"Hoseok, Taehyung!" Jimin hollered suddenly, disturbing a few birds who were happily just roaming around. "Are you seeing this?"

Taehyung opened the door, getting out before Hoseok and breathing in the salty scent of the air.

"I gotta say, Jungkook." He smiled. "I was a bit skeptical about this whole ordeal, but you've managed to pleasantly surprise me."

"Right?" Jimin agreed.

He tugged on Jungkook's wrist and started running towards the water.

"Come on!" He screamed merrily.

Hoseok and Taehyung followed in suit, both struggling to untie their shoes while simultaneously running over the damp sand.

Jungkook had thought that Jimin would run all out and dump him in the water, but he stopped near the shore.

That was good, because Jungkook really wasn't a fan of being either accidentally or forcefully wet.

The thought made him reminisce on a few days ago. Memories of Jungkook swinging punches in Jimin's direction made itself present, and Jungkook cringed at his short-temper.

He wanted to laugh at how quickly things had changed,

Jungkook watched as Jimin tilted his head up towards the sky, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. There were no signs of their little tiff, Jimin's face clear of any bruises. Jungkook was grateful for that, because looking at him now...

Everything about this boy... the way he smiled, the way he breathed.

Jungkook knew that if he painted a picture of the way Jimin was standing right then, it would have been a world class piece of art that would rival that of De Vinci' s Mona Lisa.

To be honest, the Mona Lisa wasn't that great. Why was that painting so overrated? Jungkook didn't get it.

The giggling of the two boys behind them broke him out of his thoughts, and he turned around to see Taehyung and Hoseok playfully wrestling.

Hoseok had Taehyung pinned to the ground, and the younger's rectangular smile was evident enough to show that he was enjoying it.

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek.

This... new found friendship. It was really strange.

Jungkook didn't pry. He commended himself on that little trait... but he was seriously getting quite curious about the two.

They knew each other. That was obvious. And no matter how much they said that it was because of their childhood- neighbourhood acquaintances, Jungkook knew there was more to the story.

And he was going to find out... one way or another.

Jimin sighed in contempt, turning towards the boy who had brought them to this magnificent place. Jungkook's dark hair was raised by the breeze, revealing the paleness of his forehead.

Now that his face wasn't covered, Jimin looked at his frowning features. He had almost forgotten how handsome the boy was. His skin so pale, contrasted by the darkness of his eyes. Strong jaw line and plush lips that mere hours before-had been kissing him.

Jimin blushed, turning away again. Why was he having these thoughts?

It wasn't that Jimin was homophobic... he just never saw himself liking other guys before.

...before?

Did he like Jungkook now? What did "liking" another person imply?

Jungkook turned his attention to Jimin, clearing his throat.

"Jimin." Jungkook suddenly called out. "Do they seem... strange to you?"

Jimin turned around and looked at the two boys messing around with each other. Thoughts of his potential homosexual-ness forgotten, he shrugged his shoulders, even though he knew what Jungkook was talking about.

Jimin might not have been the sharpest pencil in the box, but he wasn't daft...contrary to many people's belief.

"If they wanna tell us, then they'll tell us, but they probably have a reason as to why they're being all secretive."

Jimin watched as Jungkook raised an eyebrow in appraisal (why was him saying something smart so surprizing?) . He nodded and then reached for the hem of his own shirt.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook hurriedly asked upon the sight.

"Going for a swim." Jimin giggled back. "We're at the beach! For all the times you've come here, you can't honestly tell me you haven't swam yet."

Jungkook turned his gaze towards the crashing waves and his eyebrow twitched.

"I'm not much of a swimmer."

Jimin laughed out loud at that.

"Fine. Stay here. I'll go." He mused, shrugging off his pants.

____

Jimin's P.O.V

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I knew he was checking me out. Hell, I worked hard enough on this body, I deserved to be checked out.

The way he discreetly tried to hide it made it all the more fun to tantalize him.

Reaching for the belt of my tight jeans, I unbuckled it, hoping to all that was good that I wasn't wearing one of those dinosaur boxers that my mother bought me for my birthday.

...what? They might have looked extremely weird, but they were comfy as Fuck so no way was I getting rid of them.

"Isn't the water too cold? I don't even know how deep it is. You're gonna die and I'm not jumping in after your sorry ass to drag your body out." Jungkook sighed, falling down onto the ground and crossing his arms.

I smiled.

The stick up this kids ass was so high, I wondered if it would ever see the light of day.

"Whatever."

Chuckling, I ran into the chilling water. Jungkook was right... it was freezing, but I had been in colder water, so it was okay.

Walking deeper, I turned around to taunt the boy behind me as the water reached up to my waist.

"See? Not dead." I yelled out, even though my teeth were chattering like crazy.

"Yet." Jungkook called back.

I shook my head, dunking my head under the water and coming back up to see Jungkook staring intently at me in the distance.

I knew I only known him for a few days, but his expression... it was really hard to read sometimes...and it irked me, because I didn't know how to make that expression which was totally unfair.

Jungkook turned away and I watched as his eyes traveled back to look at Hoseok and Taehyung.... and then I had an idea.

Time to play a little game, Jungkook.

Smiling evily to myself, I screamed out Jungkook's name, saw his head ricochet back to me and then inhaled deeply, dunking my head under the water.

...and then I waited.

_____
Jungkook's P.O.V
____

Honestly though... Jimin said they'd tell us when they wanted to, but what were they whispering about? I was just about to stand up and interrupt their little whisper session, because Fuck waiting for them to be ready to tell us, when I heard Jimin call out my name in panic.

I faced the front, eyes widening from the shout.

I don't even know what happened.

One minute his face was there, the next thing I knew, Jimin's body had disappeared from my line of sight and I was on my feet, ripping my shirt off in haste and rushing into the cold water to save his Fucking drowning ass.

The Fuck was wrong with this boy?

If he Fucking died, I swear to god I'd kill him.

Well, yeah he's already be dead but Fuck that my mind wasn't working at that moment.

"Jimin!" I shrieked, water splashing into my eyes and face, and I coughed as I swallowed a bit as well, pushing against the tide. "Jimin, Fuck... Where are you?" I called again, but there was no reply.

Then it dawned upon me.

Jimin might actually be dead already.

"Fucking. Fuck." I screamed, dunking my head down in search of the boy. I came up for air, then went back down, eyes burning from the saltiness and the lack of Jimin being found.

"Jimin!" I called again, the desperation oozing out of me by this point. My heart began aching (why was it aching? I blamed it on the cold water) .

I couldn't find him. I couldn't find him. Jimin was gone. Jimin was-

"BOO!"

Startled beyond explanation, I turned around to see a wet, laughing Jimin clutching the sides of his waist as he tried to calm himself down.

He was alive. He hadn't drowned.

"Your f-face...oh my god... priceless!" He choked out in laughter. "Fucking priceless."

Priceless?

"Fuck you, Jimin!" I screamed and stalked towards him. "You think this is Fucking funny, huh?"

Jimin nodded his head vigorously, still choking in laughter.

"I thought you were dead, you Fucking moron!"

I was so... angry. All I wanted to do was shove his Fucking smiling face under the water.And that's what I did.

Well, almost.

Before I could completely go through with that task, though...I chickened out, because I didn't really want Jimin dying on me.

So there I was... Hands positioned on his built shoulders and his own palms gripping my waist to steady himself as if he knew what I had initially planned to do.

"I was just messing with you. Don't kill me." He said softly, his grip on me tightening.

I narrowed my eyes.

"Yeah well, I'm wet now." Tilting my head to the side, I raised an eyebrow. "And I vaguely recall having a conversation with you where I said that I'm not very fond of being wet."

Jimin pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and my gaze immediately went down to follow the action.

What was that for?

"That was an accident. This time, though..." Jimin whispered. "This time you made yourself wet."

I allowed my gaze to travel back up to his eyes and there was something there. Something I couldn't quite place.

"Are you challenging me with your sarcasm?" I inquired softly, loosening the grip that I had on his shoulders so I could run my hands down the expanse of his naked torso. When I reached his waist, I pushed my jean-covered thighs against his own so he could feel the material.

I heard him inhale.

"Because of your idiocy, I don't have extra clothes to wear."

Jimin's hands began travelling along the hem of my jeans until they were resting just above the round of my ass.

"You should've taken them off." He whispered. Bringing one hand up, he placed it flat on my chest.

"I was a little preoccupied with saving your Fucking ass." I bit back.

Jimin looked down at my lips... and I did the same to his. The pink flesh of it almost luring me on to...

...to what?

I looked back up and saw the hunger in his gaze as he clenched and unclenched the fist on my chest.

"You took your shirt off, though..." he mumbled, then brought his hand lower to thumb at my exposed nipple.

Fuck, what was he doing? He shouldn't have done that.

"It was instinctive. " I mumbled back as I stroked the sides of his waist with my own thumbs.

He was genuinely well built... this was unfair.

I felt his digits that were resting on the small of my back-dip into my pants.

"You should've taken these off too." Jimin breathed as he lowered his faced to mine.

Memories of last night's heated kiss flashed through my mind and my skin began tightening.

Whether it was because of the cold water or not, I wouldn't know.

Just like I didn't know what either of us were doing.

"Jimin..." I sighed as I lowered my eyes. "Those are my boxers."

I heard him chuckle softly, dipping his hand all the way in so that it was now fully rest against my boxer-clad backside. He pulled me even closer, the hand between our bodies gripping at the hair of my nape.

"Oops." He smiled.

I chuckled back, licking my lips and ultimately licking his as well, since they were so close to mine.

"For someone who's adamant about being straight... you don't really act like it." I mumbled.

"And for someone who only found out that he was capable of having feelings for another person, you sure know how to rile people up." Jimin squeezed me through my boxers and I gasped, the action allowing Jimin to slip his tongue into my mouth without hesitaion.

I groaned into the kiss, but pulled back...running my hands along the hem of his own boxers.

"You seem to be under the impression that I have feelings for you." I smirked.

"You don't?" He smirked back, removing his hand from my ass and bringing it around to cup my erect member (when the Fuck did that happen?) through the thickness of my jeans.

Fuck.

"Little Jungkook seems to claim otherwise." Jimin mused.

I narrowed my eyes and gripped the globes of Jimin's voluptuous ass in my palms.

"You're way too full of yourself." I breathed, pecked him once and then pulled away.

Jimin let out a whimper as he watched me walked away from him.

"That's for making me think you were dead." I called back in monotone.

I had lived years of my life expressionless. Hiding my inner thoughts of wanting to be jacked off right there was a piece cake.

When I reached the shore... dripping wet and frazzled-Hoseok and Taehyung were smiling knowingly.

No doubt they had been watching us in the distance. Fucking perverts.

"Have fun out there?" Hoseok chuckled.

"Shut up." I bit, falling down onto the ground beside them and purposefully shook my hair so that droplets of water splashed them in their faces.

Jimin joined us a second later, silently pouting.

Honestly, I was pouting too because I was still hard and sitting with wet clothes in the sand was really uncomfortable.

"So..." Taehyung said, looking out at the horizon. The sight had begun setting... and the beautiful purplish red colors of the sky set everyone's mind in a peaceful state. "Prince Jungkook, huh?"

I sighed... I had almost completely forgotten about that.

"Yeah well... I guess I'm gonna have to tell you guys sooner or later."

Taehyung looked at me and smiled softly.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to."

I looked over at Jimin who too was smiling softly, even though he had been sour a few minutes prior.

It kind of gave me... motivation.

"I want to." I stated without hesitation.

And it was true. I wanted to tell them. Jimin had understood my past. Jimin hadn't judged me for being a brat towards my brother. Hoseok and Taehyung would understand as well.

I didn't know why... but I knew that I could trust them.

***
"So..." Hoseok started, looking at Jungkook expectantly.
Jungkook sighed, looking back out into the ocean.
"When I was six, my parents passed away in a accidental explosion at their laboratory. " Jungkook started. There weren't over dramatic gasps, but he did hear someone inhale... it was most likely Hoseok or Taehyung, since Jimin already knew this story. "My brother... well, we didn't get along well after it happened... and I started escaping the house so I didn't have to feel like a burden to him."
Jungkook was shaking. He didn't know why, or when it started... but when Jimin placed a hand on top of his own, Jungkook realised that telling people whom one barely knew for a week one's life story... it was quite difficult.
Why was it so much easier when it was just Jimin?
"I went all over the city, until I came across this place. It was my favourite... so it sort of became like a regular place that i'd run off to when things got too much."
Jungkook looked down.
"One day, on my way back... I saw two small girls playing in the road, and I didn't understand why. It was late- probably around nine in the evening. I asked them where they lived, and the pointed me towards the house that we were at." Jungkook said. "When I took them back to the place, I had realised that there were so much more little kids living there with an old lady who could barely stand on her own two feet. The conditions that they were living in... it was really sad."
Taehyung pulled his legs up to wrap his arms around them as he listened.
"I was informed that they were all orphaned, just like I was... living under one roof and I promised the lady that I would help out where I could. She was kind soul who took these kids in without any question... she deserved to be shown some mercy."
"So you've been going there ever since?" Jimin asked.
"Every chance I got, yes..." Jungkook nodded. "But it's quite a distance out, so I don't come as often as I would like to. Which was why I had to visit them today, even for a little while. I didn't know when I'd be able to come this way again."
Jimin nodded... and Hoseok asked a few questions about his situation with his brother. Strangely enough, after most of it was out... he felt really comfortable talking about his life with the three of them.
Weird...
Taehyung though... he was oddly quiet. Not that Jungkook knew him for all that long. It was just strange that he hadn't said a word ever since Jungkook's story began.
Which was why he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Taehyung's quiet call.
"Yeah?"
"You said your parents died in a explosion at a laboratory when you were six. So that was about twelve years ago, right?"
Jungkook nodded hesitantly, not knowing where Taehyung was heading with this.
"What kind of laboratory was it... if you don't mind me asking."
Jungkook scrunched up his nose and thought back.
"It was some kind of testing center for minerals, I think." He supplied. "Why?"
Hoseok looked between the two and seemed to have pieced together something that Jungkook had no clue about.
"Do you think-"
"It's possible." Taehyung said, cutting Hoseok off.
"What?" Jimin asked, just as confused as Jungkook.
Taehyung sighed, lying back onto the sand.
"My parents died in an accidental explosion at a laboratory as well." He confessed. "It was more than fourteen years ago though... so it couldn't have been the same explosion. However..."
Everyone's attention turned towards the boy.
"However?" Jungkook prompted.
"My brother had passed away in a laboratory explosion as well. I had thought it was merely a coincidence since he was a-"
"-Taehyung." Hoseok warned, and Taehyung looked like someone had slapped him.
"A ...scientist ... as well." Taehyung said instead.
No one, but Hoseok seemed to pick up on his hesitation of the word, and Taehyung was grateful for that.
The last thing he wanted was to blow their secret of being under cover agents out of the bag.
"But now that you're saying that your parents had died in a laboratory explosion as well.." Taehyung mumbled. "I'm starting to get the feeling that these explosions weren't actually...accidents."
A frown marred Jungkook's face ... and he allowed his gaze to travel back out to the ocean again.
"I don't think so." Jungkook sighed. "Those kind of thought out homicides only happen in the movies."
Taehyung was quiet for a while and Hoseok watched him as a million thoughts crossed his mind.
"I guess you're right."
After a few more silent moments, Hoseok jumped up and stretched his arms above his head.
"I'm gonna go take a walk." He announced, and Taehyung Jumped up as well.
"I'll go with you."
Jungkook watched as the two bare footedly sauntered off to the shore, and he narrowed his eyes.
Hoseok seemed to understand so much about Taehyung.
Something was fishy alright... Really fishy.
__

"You okay?" Hoseok asked as he and Taehyung kicked at the grainy sand below their feet.
They had put quite a distance between them and the two other boys... So the chances of anyone overhearing their conversation was near impossible.
"I'm fine." Taehyung smiled softly. And he was fine... He was just a little confused. "but I still feel like there's more to this story. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense."
Hoseok nodded, because he knew exactly what Taehyung was talking about.
"Especially since Seokjin's an agent as well." Hoseok muttered.
"My parents, Jungkook's parents, Namjoon... What did they all have in common?" Taehyung inquired in more of a rhetorical way, but Hoseok answered nontheless.
"They were all Aeon agents."
"exactly." Taehyung swallowed thickly. "I have a feeling that someone's targeting our agents. Who knows how many others were killed during an 'accidental' explosion?"
Hoseok bit his lip.
He didn't want to think about the possibility of a serial killer. Jungkook had been kept away from the agent world, because Seokjin didn't want anything to happen to him.
Hoseok wouldn't say that he was close with Seokjin. The older boy always looked way too prim and proper to actually be talked to, but Namjoon and Seokjin were close. And being best friends with Taehyung's older brother, naturally Namjoon would inform Hoseok about a few things. It was the only reason why Hoseok knew what he knew about Jungkook and his family issues.
"Instead of us dwindling on the thought... We should bring it up to Aeon's headquarters. They'll know what to do with the information."
Taehyung sighed, but nodded his head in agreement.
Smiling softly, Hoseok took in the appearance of the boy beside him. The young boy had been through so much. They were literally the exact opposite. Hoseok was confident... Boisterous. There was a time when Taehyung had been that way as well, but he changed. And Hoseok was determined to get that personality that he fell in love with back.
Making a split second decision, Hoseok smirked, picked Taehyung up and started running towards the ocean.
"Hoseok!" Taehyung screamed out in surprize. "Put me down!"
The older boy laughed as they entered the water, throwing the boy in his arms away from him.
"You're dead!" Taehyung laughed as he resurfaced, chasing after Hoseok through the waves. He caught up, jumping onto the older's back and pushing the boy down.
Hoseok coughed as he brought his face back up, playfully shaking his body so that Taehyung fell back down again.
Taehyung shrieked in joy, hooking his arms around Hoseok's neck and bringing his face close so that their lips were touching. "You're such an idiot."
"but you love me." Hoseok smiled back, nudging his nose against the youngers.
Taehyung looked up into Hoseok's eyes... A thousand emotions running through his own as he tried to comprehend his feelings.
Then he smiled, threading his hands through Hoseok's hair.
"i do." He confessed. "I really do."
Leaning in, Hoseok captured Taehyung's lips in his own, gleeful for the fact that he was finally making progress.
He licked Taehyung's bottom lip, placing his hands on the small of Taehyung's back and slipping his tongue into the youngers mouth.
Taehyung moaned, his grip in Hoseok's hair tightening as his stomach curled in pleasure.
Suddenly, Hoseok pulled back... Smiling at the younger with a glint in his eye.
"Wanna see how long I can hold my breath?" He asked and Taehyung frowned in confusion.
"what are you-"
He never got to finish that sentence, though... Because the next thing he knew, Hoseok's face was under the water, and Taehyung felt hands unbuttoning his jeans.
"Shit. Fuck. Oh my God." Taehyung gulped. What the fuck was Hoseok doing? Here? Out in the open?
Sure, there was no one around for miles, since the beach was pretty deserted... But Jimin and Jungkook were a few meters away. Albeit out of seeing distance... But still!
Hoseok popped back up after successfully pulling Taehyung's jeans down to his thighs.
"We can't do this, Hoseok." Taehyung warned... The water reaching up to his mid waist.
"oh yes we can." Hoseok smiled back, once again dipping his head below the surface of the water.
Taehyung shuddered when he felt the tip of his cock being licked. His toes curled into the dense sand below them and he looked around in worry.
If anyone saw him, they'd be very confused.
Because when people looked at the sight... They'd just think that there was a boy standing dead still, waist deep in cold water-minding his own business... When in fact, he was being thoroughly sucked off by Hoseok's skillful mouth.
"Fuck." Taehyung groaned, the feeling of Hoseok's tongue licking up his shaft causing the insides of his chest to explode. "Fuck. Jesus fucking Christ."
He felt a hand trace the inner part of his thigh, and when said hand cupped his balls, Taehyung buckled over... His grip on Hoseok's head tightening so much that he was convinced he was pulling out a few strands.
Hoseok massaged the tender flesh between his fingers, hollowing his mouth and pulling Taehyung closer as to inform him to gently thrust in and out.
Being under water -with no gravity- kind of limited Hoseok's full ability to move as easily as he wanted to, so Taehyung would have to help him.
The salty taste of Taehyung's precum, mixed with the natural saltiness of the ocean had Hoseok lapping hungrily at Taehyung's leaking tip. Nipping at the base...and then sucking Taehyung deeper until the head of his engorged cock reached the back of Hoseok's throat.
Unfortunately, Hoseok was running out of his skill to hold his breath, so he allowed Taehyung's manhood to slip out of his mouth... Gripping it at the base as if to tell Taehyung that they were definitely not finished.
Resurfacing, Hoseok breathed in deeply... Gratefully accepting the oxygen filling his lungs.

"You are so fucking kinky." Taehyung panted, depositing his hands on Hoseok's shoulders for support as the older continued to jack him off under the water.
Hoseok kissed Taehyung hard, gradually guiding the youngers hand down to place it on top of his own aching erection.
"Touch me." He begged... His pumps on Taehyung's hard member losing it's rhythm once the younger complied with his request.
Taehyung massaged Hoseok through his jeans, dipping his fingers into the newly unbuttoned fabric and palming the hard flesh once the material was pushed away.
Hoseok sighed deep in his throat, his lips never leaving that of Taehyung's.
Taehyung dragged his thumb up along the vein underneath Hoseok's member, the water serving as the ideal lubricant. When he reached the precum-dripping tip, Taehyung squeezed...and Hoseok gasped out of the kiss.
The younger mewled, his own cock becoming over sensitive with each pump.
All it took was for Hoseok to dig his thumb into Taehyung's leaking slit, and he was cumming.
Right there in the ocean.
Hoseok, the fucking exhibitionist.
Taehyung pulled out of the kissed, biting on Hoseok's shoulder as he grunted out his orgasm. His grip on Hoseok's cock tightened further and a few more pumps later...Hoseok was cumming equally as hard, his groans loud and erotic...

If Taehyung wasn't spent, he would have been hard once again just by the mere sound of it.

"Shit." Hoseok breathed, heart racing as he tried to find some sort of balance in his legs that felt like jelly. "Fucking hell...Taehyung, you've been holding back on me. " he complained, pulling them out of the water. "That's the best handjob I've ever gotten."
Taehyung blushed, looking away as he tried to button his pants back up.
"Yeah well I'm not very acquainted with other people so my hand and I have become really good friends."
Hoseok looked back at Taehyung , gobsmacked at the confession.
"That's both sad and hot." He laughed.
Taehyung shrugged the comment off, removing his soaked shirt once they reached the shore...and Hoseok sighed in frustration at the sight.
"You should be grateful that I'm too tired to move right now." He remarked snidely. "other wise I'd have my way with you right here on the sand. "
Taehyung rolled his eyes, looking back at the two boys who they had left behind.
Jimin was sound asleep. His head resting on his dry shirt. Another shirt (presumably Jungkook's) was covering his body as a means of a blanket.
Next to him was the younger boy... Bare chested and Hands deposited in his now dried pockets. He leaned back in a resting state and the position looked extremely uncomfortable, but Jungkook didn't look as if it bothered him much.
"looks like we're staying the night." Hoseok said, falling down beside Jimin.
"We'll leave first thing tomorrow." They heard Jungkook mumble, before he removed his hands and lied himself down more comfortably.
"Well, I'll be sleeping in the car then." Taehyung supplied... Wringing out his wet shirt. "Hoseok?"
"I'm coming."
"We'll join you when Jimin wakes up." Jungkook said.
Taehyung nodded, then left.
Hoseok watched him climb inside the back seat, then turned his attention back to Jungkook.
"Listen." Hoseok began. "Your brother... You might hate him right now, but don't be so hard on him okay? I don't know him... But he is an older brother and he's probably only looking out for your well being. I'm sure he loves you."
Jungkook scoffed, eyes not opening.
"how would you know?"
Hoseok smiled softly, standing up and brushing the sand off of his wet pants.
"I just do."

***

"Fucking dead weight." Yoongi complained as he pushed the body bag inside the trunk of his car. "I swear to God you were much lighter when we were married."

Turning around, he picked up the second bag that was lying on the floor, heaving another sigh as he deposited it next to the first.
He looked down at Sung hee through the open bag... Contemplating.

"I should just burn you with the rest of your house." He muttered.

Sung hee was no asset to him. Even less now that her cover was blown. He really didn't need her anymore.
And honestly, the thought of burning her was so tempting, but that required the effort of taking her out of the trunk again and then dragging her heavy ass back into the house and well, Yoongi didn't like effort.

So the thought was quickly diminished.
Besides, he'd need her if he wanted his plan to work in his favour.
He was done playing. It was time to get serious.

Abruptly, Yoongi slammed the trunk shut and continued to hum a tune that he really didn't know the actual words to. He rested against the metal of his car and turned around to face the picket fence house that his ex family had come to reside in.

Honestly, it was a shame that Jimin wasn't here to see it burn to the ground... Yoongi would have loved to see the pure torment that washed over his face before he himself, along with his family was burned to death.
Yoongi loved that expression. He fed on it.

But alas, the kid wasn't there... So the torment would have to wait. Hence why he was taking Jimin's drugged up family to another destination.

For later.
Yoongi smiled.

It was always so much more fun to drag these painful moments out.

Flicking the lighter in his hand on and off, Yoongi pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and lit the corner... Watching in fascination as the material immediately colored in hues of orange and red.
Yoongi's favourite colours were orange and red.
It was soothing... in that 'I love burning peoples belongings down to the ground so that they may feel utterly heartbroken when they come to realise that they have nothing left' Kind of way.

Taking a final look at the house before him, he flicked the piece of paper onto the pre- gasoline covered lawn and reveled in the sight as the small flame grew in size at the contact.
Pretty.
He smirked.

Without another glance, Yoongi entered the driver's seat and sped off in the direction of his hide out.
But not before turning a corner and heading down a specific road.

He had a few... annoyances' that had to be dealt with first.
____
At three in the morning, Seokjin really hadn't expected to be visited by anyone.

He knew where his brother was. He knew that Jungkook would only be back in the morning, so the sharp knocks on his door couldn't have been him.

It wasn't even persistent knocks. And surely, someone who needed to see him at three in the morning would knock persistently...
But the tapping on the door was precise- A rhythm of 'one two three' , a long pause and then a repeat of the action a minute later. It left Seokjin a little more than confused.

His 'muddled from sleep' brain didn't even conjure up any idea of an enemy approaching him in the security of his own home, so when he answered the door and was greeted by passive faced Yoongi, he reached for his gun- in a reflex sort of action, but was met with the back of his pajama pants, because again... He was not prepared.
He should have been, though...
He was an agent for gods sake. He should have known better.

"Don't look so afraid, Agent. I come in peace." Yoongi chuckled softly. "May I come in?"

"No you may not." Seokjin answered in shock. "Wh- what are you even doing here? You're Aeon's most wanted criminal. We have agents looking for you right now!"

Seokjin took a few steps back, ready to bolt if Yoongi tried anything. "I should arrest you."

"You should." An unbothered Yoongi smiled back sarcastically, then blinked as he tapped his chin with his index finger. He looked up suddenly, locking his gaze with Seokjin's. "but we both know you're not capable of doing that."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, daring Seokjin to argue back.
The latter couldn't... But his defense mode wasn't wavered.

"I have triggers all over the house. One push of a button and Aeon will know that you're here."

"Are you done with your meaningless threats?" Yoongi droned out, inspecting his nails.

After a long silence, the Older man sighed in boredom and pushed his way into the house.

"I'm warning you." Seokjin tried again, but his threat was met with deaf ears.

"I have a proposition for you." Yoongi said monotonously. He leaned against the sofa, rolling his neck back to release the tension that had formed there.

He wasn't one to get worked up. In fact, he enjoyed the little "cat dog" chase that Aeon had going for him. It was a game... A game he loved, but sometimes there were aspects of it that wasn't so appealing.
Aspects... For example, named Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok.

"I want you to kill off a few of your roaches for me. They've created a dent of some what in my plans."

"and why would I do that?" Seokjin scoffed. Surely, Yoongi was making a joke.

"Because if you don't." Yoongi huffed. "Little Jungkookie joins mommy and daddy in the afterlife." Yoongi said sweetly, as if he had not just threatened Seokjin's brother's life.

Seokjin froze, running the sentence through his mind.
When they epiphany hit him, his eyes widened comically and he nearly fell down to the ground.

"I-it was you." He stuttered. "You killed my parents."

Yoongi laughed loudly then,throwing his head to the back and this time Seokjin did fall to the ground... Because in front of him was the culprit of his parents death. The reason behind all their suffering .

Seokjin felt the walls around him closing in.

"Wow, I must be really good or Aeon's Intel has really gotten bad... " Yoongi choked out through puffs of laughter. "I'm surprised you didn't suspect me in the first place."
Seokjin looked at the man before him. He was small in his frame, but everyone knew what Yoongi was capable of.
And now that Seokjin knew that Yoongi was the mastermind behind his parents death, he was even more afraid of him. He didn't even want to imagine what Yoongi would do if he ever got his hands on Jungkook.
Jungkook.
"Oh my god, what have you done with him?" Seokjin cried out, scrambling to get to his feet.
"Who? Jungkook?" Yoongi muttered. "Oh, nothing yet." Yoongi denied strongly. "but trust me, if you don't do as I ask... Then I won't fail to go through with my threats. Something you obviously need to learn how to do."
Seokjin was silent... And Yoongi stood up, obviously done speaking.
"Why don't you do it yourself?" Seokjin asked quietly. "Why don't you get rid of the agents trailing you, yourself? It's not like you have a guilty conscience. I know you're able to do it. You know you're able to do it. Why ask me?"
"It wouldn't be fun if I did it myself." Yoongi whined, pouting. He laughed hysterically as he threw his hands up. "It seems little Kookie has acquainted himself quite well with these roaches. And seeing his own brother kill them would break him." He chuckled. "I live for those emotions."
Seokjin swallowed hard.
"I won't do it." He rejected, shaking his head. "I won't make him hate me more than he already does."
"Oh, but you have to... If you want him to stay alive." Yoongi smirked, walking up to Seokjin and patting his cheek.
Seokjin was significantly taller than the other, but in that moment... It really didn't feel like it.
"Now be a good boy and do as I say and I promise... I'll leave you and your little brother alone."
"How do I know you're not lying. How do I know that you'll leave us alone?" Seokjin replied.
"I might be a cold hearted murderer, but I'm not a liar, my dear boy."
With that, Yoongi turned and exited the building.
Seokjin watched his retreating back and his eyes began to water.
"What happened to you. Why are you like this? Answer me this one question." He muttered, seeing Yoongi stop dead in his tracks.
"You're not in any position to be making demands, agent." Yoongi said skeptically as he turned back around.
"You were the best agent Aeon had created. The young prodigy. You were better than Namjoon! Why would you leave? Why would you become this... This monster? "
Yoongi rolled the question around in his head, biting his bottom lip in thought as he tried to word his answer.
"I got bored." He shrugged.
Seokjin's mouth gaped and Yoongi chuckled once again, walking away and leaving a trail of dust behind him.
"And I got tired of watching each and every one of my friends die before my eyes... That kind of thing hardens your heart, you know?" Yoongi elaborated.
Seokjin frowned, wiping at the tears on his cheeks.
"Then why would you become this thing? If you know how it feels to lose someone?"
Yoongi's expression changed and his eyes hardened.
"My time with Aeon is over. It was unfair... What they did to us. Mission after mission, risking our lives until there were barely any lives left to risk."
Turning around for the final time, Yoongi let his words carry through the wind. "... And I will not rest until everyone feels the pain that I felt when I was part of that Hell." Yoongi shut his door, but rolled his window down and Seokjin watched as his eyes closed in a smile. "Oh, and tell Jimin his family is safe... For now. I'll be back for him."
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Jungkook's P.O.V
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I was a fully capable eighteen year old boy. I had all my neurons and screws in the right place so there was absolutely nothing wrong with me.
So, when I had come to the realisation that Jimin talks in his sleep- why did I continue to have a conversation with him?
"but the clouds in venus look like marshmallows." Jimin mumbled out, his cheek still planted firmly into the shirt on the ground below him, his eyes shut tight.
At first, I just smiled slightly, but didn't say anything back. What on earth was this boy dreaming about?
And then I realised it was three in the morning. No one was awake and it wouldn't kill me to humour myself.
"Only the bloated clouds that aren't green look like marshmallows." I said back.
Again, I wasn't weird. I was normal.
Jimin made a sound-I think it was to agree with what I had said, but I couldn't be too sure.
"Green clouds are the worst." He sighed. "They always look like trees so they confuse me."
"Green clouds don't exist, Jimin. The things you see really are trees." I said, initially contradicting my first comment, but it didn't look like Jimin was bothered.
He gasped (well as much as he could while still in his sleeping state) and then he pouted.
"but the blue fairy is taking the marshmallow clouds to the chocolate volcano and I need to save them."
I nearly laughed.
"Then go, Jimin." I whispered out, trying my best to keep my voice stable. "Go be a hero and save the candy clouds."
Jimin half raised his fist in acknowledgement, and then he was sound asleep again.
I chuckled softly, looking back out onto the ocean and wondered why on earth i just did something so unlike myself... And why I couldn't fall asleep.
I had this uneasy feeling in my gut... Like something was going to happen to us.
Why was I being so paranoid? No one had any sort of grudge against me. Much less Jimin. He was way too nice to have any enemies.
So why did I feel the need to play... Body guard?
"You think they're asleep?"
I frowned.
That was definitely not Jimin sleep-talking.
"They should be."
The voices were coming from the car on the road behind us. So, it must've been Hoseok and Taehyung.
I wasn't asleep, but I thought they were. And I was surprised (and relieved...God they would have thought I was retarded) that they hadn't heard the conversation I had had with the sleeping boy beside me.
"I just... I can't stop thinking." I heard Taehyung mutter.
"Yeah..." Came Hoseok's reply. "Me too."
I narrowed my eyes and lied down, incase they decided to check if we really were asleep, but I kept my attention on the two conversing boys.
"No one should have known about the meetings in the laboratories. The only people that knew were Aeon's agents."
Two words stuck out in that sentence.
Aeon.
My brother had a friend named Aeon. When my parents were still alive, he used to say that he'd be going to Aeon or he'd be at Aeon's- all the time.
It couldn't be the same guy though. That would be a long shot, so I scraped the thoughts away.
The second word was 'agents'.
And I really didn't know what to make of that one, so I carried on listening with hopes that I'd get some sort of idea.
I was just about to go back to my eavesdropping, when Jimin began to stir.
"..hmuh?" He yawned out and I slapped my hand onto his lips.
I wanted to find out what was going on between Hoseok and Taehyung for gods sake... I couldn't have Jimin and his big mouth ruining this.
"shh." I commanded, looking at Jimin. I nodded my head in the direction of the car and silently tried to let Jimin in on the situation.
His gaze travelled up and he frowned, but quizzically nodded in agreement.
Removing my hand, I tuned my ears back into the two boys behind us and I watched as Jimin did the same.
"What are they talking about?" Jimin whispered.
I turned my head slowly to the side, my years of practise in my monotonous expression coming in handy.
"Do you honestly think that at three in the morning, I'd be eavesdropping on someone's conversation if I already knew what they were talking about!" I yelled as loud as I could in our whispering state.
Jimin curled his lip in defeat.
"alright, alright. No need to get all 'old lady' on me. I was just asking."
I sighed.
"Just shh. I'm trying to listen here."
"I'm trying to listen here." Jimin mocked, facing the car again as well.
I ignored him, opting to crawl a little closer. Jimin followed closely behind.
"unless..." We heard Taehyung mutter.
"unless it was an inside job." Hoseok said back. "or... Someone who was on the inside, but isn't anymore."
There were a few moments of silence as I tried to make some sort of understanding because honestly, I was still lost.
"...Yoongi." Taehyung breathed.
"Yoongi?" Jimin exclaimed loudly and god if it wasn't for the fact that I was lying on my arms, I would have slapped him that very second.
There was no way Taehyung or Hoseok hadn't heard that. How on earth were we gonna explain.
My brain worked a mile per second as I tried to think of a logical excuse, and then another idea formed.
An alternative.
Just before the car door swung open, I threw my leg over Jimin's side and straddled his hips.
"What are you-"
"-Shut up and kiss me." I quickly explained. I licked my own lips once before leaning down and sighing in relief when I was met with no hesitance.
In fact, Jimin brought his hands down to cup my ass and push me closer... The little moron was enjoying this.
Well... The lips below mine were slightly swollen and soft and...
Yeah, maybe I was enjoying it too.
Just a little.
"Jimin? Jungkook?"
I pushed away from Jimin in fake surprize (hopefully, the 'fakeness' of it all wasn't too obvious) and widened my eyes.
"Oh, Taehyung, Hoseok... I thought you guys were asleep!" Turning to my side, I faced Jimin... Who was still currently lying on the ground... His fingers tracing the outline of his lips. "See Jimin, I told you to keep your moans quiet! You woke them up."
Jimin looked at me, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"I can't help that you bring out my inner beast, baby." Jimin winked.
I scrunched up my face at his idiocy, telepathically telling him to tone his act down, then faced the front to find that surprisingly... the two boys were actually buying our story.
Or maybe they were just hoping that our story was true for their own sakes.
Taehyung cleared his throat.
"so like... You didn't hear any thing strange... Did you?" He asked nonchalantly.
I shrugged, eyeing them with narrowed eyes.
"should we have? Are you hiding something from us?" I challenged.
Taehyung shifted his gaze towards Hoseok's and they shared a silent conversation, before shaking their heads in negativity.
"Nope. We were just wondering." Hoseok said. "Anyway... We'll let you two get back to whatever it is that you were doing." He smirked...and I almost laughed at the change in topic.
"okay." I agreed. If they thought we were busy and weren't listening, maybe they'd carry on with their conversation and I'd finally get to figure out what the hell was going on.
"okay." Taehyung nodded, nibbling on his bottom lip.
They were nervous. That much was obvious. Another obvious thing is that if the conversation they were having really was nothing, they wouldn't have felt the need to feel nervous anyway.
"okay." Hoseok nodded as well.
"okay-" I began, but was cut off when a sandy hand was placed on top of my mouth.
"You said okay already. It's my turn now." Jimin pouted, and I pushed his hand away.
"You fucking put sand in my mouth." I spat, rubbing my tongue with the back of my hand. "God."
"Their dynamic is so weird." Taehyung mumbled as he climbed back in the car.
Once the door was closed, I faced Jimin and gave him a blank stare.
"What part of shh don't you understand?" I bit quietly, since Hoseok and Taehyung could still be cautiously listening.
"Hey, they bought our story. Besides, you're the one that wanted to play detective and eavesdrop in the first place."
Jimin stood up, reaching a hand down for me to take.
I looked at it hesitantly, before accepting it with a sigh and standing up as well.
"I just wanna know what's going on." I admitted.
Jimin nodded and we began walking towards the shoreline.
"Actually... Me too." He agreed. "They mentioned something that peaked my interest. A Yoongi. My step father-well, ex step father's name is Yoongi. Probably not the same guy, though."
I chuckled softly, shaking my head and Jimin looked at me.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"Nothing really. I was just thinking that not even a few minutes ago I was telling myself that too. They mentioned a few things about a guy named Aeon and I sort of know a Aeon but I thought it probably wasn't the same guy either."
I turned around and looked at the small car that had gotten significantly smaller in the distance.
"we should go back. Maybe we'll hear more." I suggested.
"Here's a better idea." Jimin gasped in mock surprize. "Why don't we just ask them what they're on about? "
"They won't tell us." I shook my head. "I don't know why... But I know they won't . We'll have to find out by ourselves."
Jimin smiled.
"You're just hoping we get caught so you can kiss me again." He mused.
"Next time you pretend to drown, I'll personally push your head under the water so you don't have to pretend anymore." I threatened, laughing at the hurt expression that marred Jimin's face at the comment.
"Honestly... Someone needs to teach you some people skills." Jimin pouted.
---
They didn't say anything after that. So I was still at square one when it got to my findings.
What I did manage to piece together though, was that A) Taehyung and Hoseok definitely knew each other more than what they were letting on. That much was painstakingly obvious now. And B)
...that's it.
That's all the hard information I could get .
If I was a real detective, I'd suck.
Circle geometry would be the least of my problems.
"Jungkook." I heard Jimin call out.
I turned my head slightly, still keeping my eyes on the road as we made our way back home.
"I just... Wanted to thank you for sharing your special place with us."
I couldn't see his face and he couldn't see mine, but below our helmets... I knew we were both smiling. My smile probably wasn't as wide as him, but it was as much of a smile that he was gonna get out of me.
We were nearly home... I almost didn't wanna go back, but it was Sunday... And even though we really didn't do anything in school... We still had to show up.
I wanted to get into a university and move away from the house so that I'd be less of a burden... And in order to do that, I had to do well in school. So showing up for classes was something I'd just have to live with.
"Hey Jungkook." Jimin called again. "Can I ride your motorbike?"
I furrowed my brow.
"You are riding my motorbike." I said back as I turned a corner.
"No no, not like that. I wanna ride it myself. I don't know how, but maybe you could teach me?" Jimin asked, tightening his arms around my waist. He allowed one of his hands to spread across my stomach and lowered it. If I didn't slap it away, I have no doubt that he would have continued with his journey and...
Yeah.
"You're joking, right?" I asked back, steadying my grip on the handles again and shaking my head to rid it of any flustered thoughts.
"I'm dead serious."
I wanted to laugh at the irony, because we really would be dead of Jimin ever tried to mount my bike.
"Next time." I muttered. An empty promise, but he seemed satisfied with the answer and let it go.
As we pulled up along the curb of my house with Jimin's car following closely behind, I threw my house keys at Taehyung and Hoseok and instructed them to go inside while I took the bike around the back.
"Let's go visit that orphanage again soon." Jimin suggested as we unmounted. "That little Alex girl liked me."
I chuckled.
"She liked you because you're practically as small as her."
Jimin scoffed, placing a hand on his chest.
"People skills." He mumbled. "I'm gonna find someone to teach them to you."

I smirked, walking ahead and stopping shot in front of the house door when I heard yelling.
"So you're the ones tailing Yoongi?"
Seokjin? Was he home? Why was he yelling? Who was he yelling at?
"You've fucking gotten my brother involved in this whole thing! And after I've spent years trying to protect him from this world. I thought you were better than that!"
There was the sound of shuffling and then I heard Taehyung cry out in horror. What the hell was going on?
"Hey, what's up?" Jimin asked as he saddled up beside me.
I shook my head in confusion, nodding towards the door.
"Agent Seokjin, please put that away. We can figure this out."
Came Taehyung's voice.
"I have no other choice, Agent. You don't understand. I have to protect him."
Huh?
Tired of being left in the dark, I pushed the door open and took in the scene before me.
Seokjin... My brother, Seokjin- had one gun pointed at Hoseok's head and another pointed at Taehyung's. The two boys looked both shocked and scared.
"What the hell is going on?" I screamed, running forward to push Taehyung and Hoseok behind me. "Jin, explain." I demanded.
Seokjin looked torn, eyes shifting between me and the boys behind me.
"I can't, Kookie. Please just step aside. Please." He pleaded.
I had never seen him that scared in my whole life. Seokjin was never scared. Seokjin never cared. Why was he scared, when he was the one holding the weapons?
"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on." I turned around, narrowing in on the two boys behind me . "And you two as well. How do you know my brother?" I turned around again, raising my arms in exhaustion. "And who the hell is Yoongi?"
I watched as Seokjin inwardly battled with himself. His hands shook extensively and I was scared that he'd actually pull the trigger... Whether it was intentional or not.
"I cant do this." He whispered as he lowered his guns and sank to the ground. My relieved sigh was a little less that quiet. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do anymore. I just wanted to protect you."
From what?
I stepped away, cautiously approaching my brother.
"What are you talking about, Jin?" I tried, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Jungkook." Taehyung breathed. "I think it's time for us to explain a few things to you."
"You too, Jimin." Hoseok added...and I faced the boy that I had almost forgotten had come in with me.
Why did it feel like meeting these three new exchange students wasn't actually a coincidence?
____
"So you're a secret agent." I asked my brother, who nodded in response. "And you're one." I continued, pointing my gaze at Hoseok who nodded as well. "And you." Taehyung nodded his head curtly. "And mom and dad were agents. Jimin's ex step father was an agent and practically everybody excluding myself was as well." I bit.
"Hey, I'm here too!" Jimin exclaimed. "I'm as innocent as you are right now."
I ignored him, opting to cross question the three boys in front of me instead.
"And you all come from this magical place called Aeon where you fight bad guys and save the world. You expect me to just believe all of this? "
I couldn't just believe it. Surely, none of this was actually real... But why would they lie? What would they gain from telling me a made up story?
"whether you believe us or not, that's up to you, Jungkook." Seokjin said stiffly.
This was definitely the most conversation I had ever gotten from my brother. He lived a double life. One that I had absolutely no idea about. How was I this blind? I was living with this guy my whole life.
Seokjin looked away. "but your life is in danger now, and I will not simply look past a threat when it comes to your safety. Yoongi's someone you don't want to mess with."
He... He cares?
"I always knew Yoongi was bad news, but I would have never guessed him to be the guy you make him out to be." Jimin breathed. "and I cant believe Sung-hee is part of this. Everything seems so surreal. I need to see her. We need to talk things out-"
"well, that's not gonna happen, because Yoongi's taken Sung-hee and your mother captive." Seokjin informed, standing up and heading into the room that was down the passage way.
"He what?" Jimin questioned in a daze. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said. They're safe though. And he wont do anything to them until he gets you." Seokjin yelled in the distance.
I turned my gaze to watch as Jimin fiddled with his fingers in confusion. The news of his family's captivity surely shaking him to the core.

"Me? But I don't-" Jimin exhaled heavily. "I need to stop him! I need to save my family, but with the way you guys are portraying the real Yoongi, I have no chance against him. How am I supposed to do this when I'm put up against a serial murderer?"
Seokjin walked back into the living room, carrying a back pack.
"Which is why we're taking this to head quarters."
"We're going to Aeon?" Hoseok asked, standing up.
Seokjin nodded.
"If Yoongi found out that I never went through with your murder, he'd wouldn't waste any time coming after Jungkook. We need to get him and Jimin to a safe place. Aeon's the safest place I know."
I watched as Taehyung and Hoseok shared a glance, before Taehyung stood up and fell in step beside Hoseok as they walked behind my brother through the front door.
When they were out, I looked to my right and took in the worried expression that was spread across Jimin's face.
"He's got my family." Jimin whispered out.
I swallowed thickly, placing a hesitant hand on his thigh because I wasn't really good at this whole 'comforting' thing, so I didn't know what else to do.
"Look." I said, facing the open door. "Right now, everything feels really complicated. I don't know what the future holds, but I do know that whatever this Agency business is, they're gonna help you. Us."
Jimin blinked, placing his and a top of my own.
I smiled at him.
"You guys coming? We don't have time to be mushy." Hoseok called from the door way.
Pulling Jimin up by his wrist, I dragged him behind me.
"Everything's going to be okay."
And it was. This agency place was going to get Jimin's family back. I was gonna be fine. Jimin was gonna be fine. Everyone was going to be fine.
God... I really hope I didn't just jinx it.

***

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Jungkook's P.O.V
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"Where even are we? It's like, the middle of no where." Jimin whined.
He had been quiet for most of the drive, which was surprizing... But not really. Considering the fact that we had just found out that his family had been kidnapped, it was normal.
I may or may not have let out a huge sigh of relief at the return of his chipper voice.
"We'll get there soon enough." Taehyung muttered out.
"Why should we believe anything you tell us? You obviously have a record of not telling the truth." I bit out quietly.
I didn't mean for it to sound harsh. And I know I was being unreasonable because if, for some absurd reason, they really were agents... Then obviously they'd have to keep it a secret from the world.
But I still felt... Upset? Angry?
Why? Was it because i had layed myself bare with my family history and they had already known half of it. Was it because even though I- arguably the most anti social person ever- had trusted them with my life story, they didn't feel the need to trust me with theirs? Was it because I had to single handedly find out from people whom I barely knew that the guy I was living with all my life wasn't who I thought he was?
Maybe it was all of the above.
Or maybe it was the fact that my eighteen year old brain was jealous because fuck they lived such interesting lives and then there was me... internally cursing geometry teachers with my close friend, the classroom window.
"Jungkook..." Hoseok sighed from the passenger side. "I know you're mad now, but we were doing this to protect you. We never imagined for things with Yoongi to get this out of hand."
I averted my gaze and bit the inside of my mouth to stop myself from making a stupid remark.
"What's Yoongi's beef with you, anyway?" I questioned, turning to face Jimin. "Why is he after you all of a sudden."
Jimin shrugged his shoulders in confusion.
"I honestly have no idea. The last time I spoke to him was when they signed the divorce papers. And all I said was that he should treat his next wife better." Jimin informed.
"We haven't figured out why he's after you either." Taehyung suddenly said. "all we know is that he wants to take the agency down."
Somehow, even though I had been informed about this "Agency"... I still wasn't fully convinced that it was real. Things like an agency just didn't exist in this world.
They're as existent as sparkly vampires.
"We're here." Seokjin announced from behind the drivers seat.
I looked out the window with the expectation of seeing at least... Something, but i was disappointed.
It was barren for the most part. No sight of civilization for miles and I was starting to wonder whether Taehyung, Hoseok and Seokjin actually knew where we were after all.
I watched as Seokjin opened the car door, stepping out and making his way over to a giant boulder to the side of the vehicle.
He placed his palm flat against a spot that had a greenish tint to it. Any passer by (including myself) would have mistaken it to be a gross patch of moss. No one would touch it.
Which was why, when the green patch illuminated and the outline of Seokjin's hand was scanned, I wasn't really surprized.
"Oh my god!" Jimin yelled, practically scrambling onto my lap as he tried to get a better look at what was happening. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god its glowing oh my god!"
"Would you relax? This is an agency. Obviously they'd have futuristic technology at their entrances." I bit, pushing him off of me.
...but inside.
Inside I was freaking out ten times worse than Jimin because oh my fucking god that was cool.
"Welcome, Agent Seokjin." An electronic voice spoke. I looked around to see where on earth this place would have an intercom, but was left in confusion.
Suddenly, a bright green laser was projected over the cars interior. Taehyung and Hoseok looked calm, but Jimin tried his best to avoid the ray. He squirmed up and down, once again climbing into my lap.
"It's just scanning you, Jimin. You aren't gonna be sliced in half." Hoseok chuckled.
"Could've told me that before I nearly had a heart attack." He pouted, settling back down.
"There are unknown individuals seated in your vehicle." The electronic voice spoke again. "Should we terminate them?"
"No!" Jimin shrieked. "No don't terminate us!"
I shook my head at the idiot beside me, before turning back to see my brother with the faintest of smiles.
When last had I seen him smile like that?
"Negative, they're with me." He replied to the voice.
"Affirmative." The voice boomed again, before the glow of the patch below Seokjin's hand disappeared.
A second later, we were being lowered into the ground.
Literally.
The ground below the vehicle split away from the rest of the barren land.
When we were below the surface, Seokjin hopped down and the ground above us closed again.
"We've just been swallowed." Jimin said quietly.
I fought the urge to nod along to his comment because technically, the ground really did swallow us.
Seokjin was outside the car, resting against its door as we were lowered further and further down until we reached a wide, vacant room with white walls and a single door.
I looked around as we came to a stand still.
"Why do I feel like we're in the Matrix." Jimin whispered
Opening his door, Taehyung exited the car, followed closely behind by an amused Hoseok.

He instructed us to join them, and we all made our way over to the metal door on the far end of the room.
"Jimin, Jungkook..." Hoseok began. "Welcome to AEON."
With a push of the handle, Seokjin opened the door and my eyes widened.
God. Damn.
I was expecting computers and technological things everywhere, yes... But this place, it just exceeded it.
My brother was an agent.
These things really existed.
Oh my god.
"I need to go speak to the Head." Seokjin announced, not even waiting for a reply before he walked off.
Hoseok sighed.
"You see, this is why I never spoke to him before." He pouted.
"You spoke to me." I quirked. "and I was practically the same as he was when you first met me."
Hoseok shrugged his shoulders.
"Yeah but you're like... Two years old and you didn't intimidate me."
I bit my cheek at that comment, because even though yes... I was technically younger than the idiot before me, I was definitely much more mature.
"Whatever."
"Let me show you guys around the place." Taehyung offered.
Jimin was standing with his mouth gaped open, eyes roaming everywhere.
It was embarrassing, really. I didn't know whether I wanted to laugh at his awed expression or move away from him.
"Jimin." I called, and he whipped his head around to face me as if he had been slapped.
"What? Oh, sorry. It's just... Wow."
"Yeah." Taehyung chuckled. "Aeon takes pride in its internal vicinity. "
He instructed us to follow him and we did, stopping every once in a while when he pointed out where the nearest restrooms were and how to get to the different floors.

There was a field set right in the middle of the building and people were practicing different forms of physical combat. There were intense martial arts battles happening, while others were just doing various stretches and poses.
It was absolutely amazing that a place like this could reside underground. Whoever thought out its floor plan must've really had a good head on their shoulders.
"You see those people over there." Taehyung said, pointing towards a large group of fast typing guys. If the circumstances were different, I would have mistaken them for regular office secretaries. "We call them Exo. They're an intelligence unit that focuses on external affairs which basically means they know everything there is to know about anything."
Just as we approached them, a guy who looked vaguely similar to Taehyung rushed passed, throwing a batch of paperwork onto a desk that belonged to a different tall, lanky guy.
"Careful there, Baek." Taehyung chuckled out, and the guy looked up in disarray.
"Sorry, Taehyungie." He apologized sheepishly. "We've just made a breakthrough on the case I've been working on."
The Taehyung- look alike seemed ecstatic, so whatever their "breakthrough" was, it must've been important.
"That's amazing!" Taehyung exclaimed. "You guys sending in reinforcements?"
"Yeah, they're about to leave." The guy informed.
I turned towards Taehyung to see his face light up.
"Come on guys!" He yelled at us as he ran in an unknown direction. "We're gonna miss it if we don't hurry."
One would've thought that running haphazardly through a well-populated building would cause a scene, but no one seemed to be phased by it. It was almost as if seeing people nearly run over other people was a normal occurrence here.
What was I saying? This was a fucking secret agent Head quarters. Of course it was a normal occurrence!
When Taehyung came to a stop in front of an opening metal door, I placed my hands down on my knees to catch my breath.
"What was that all about?"
My question was answered when a group of uniformed men dressed in stereotypical spy gear walked out of the entrance. All black everything, complete with visible weapons (and I was sure that there were some hidden in the outfit as well) , black combat boots and well, this whole homosexuality thing must've kicked in, because the way those black pants hugged those agent's thighs so firmly was kinda attractive.
"AEON's pride and glory." Hoseok smiled fondly. Both him and Taehyung were staring at the guys walking so cooly away with stars in his eyes...
It was almost as if they were fan boying.
"They call themselves the Big Bang" Taehyung sighed. "S class agents. They've been around the longest, and their experience shows in their missions. They're everybody's role model."
I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of them actually fanboying, because that's what they were doing. The "Big Bang" weren't even taking note of them.
"Wow." I heard the person beside me gasp out. It was Jimin. "That one... He looks so cool."
I groaned internally.
...not you too, Jimin.
"That's Taeyang." Taehyung supplied. "If you think he's cool now, you should see him when he takes his shirt off."
Jimin gulped and for some reason, I felt my brow twitch in annoyance.
"He doesn't look that cool." I bit, rolling my eyes.
"Hey Kid, watch out!"
Confused, I turned to the front and sidestepped just in time to dodge something that looked scarily similar to a fucking flying sword.
"What the fuck?" I cried out as I stared at the object now firmly staked into the ground below me. I placed my hand on the sword and pulled, but it wouldn't budge. It was really stuck in there.
"Sorry, kid. I was aiming for Seungri." The guy chuckled in embarrassment.
"Why would you be aiming for anyone!" I yelled out. Surely this guy wasn't all that normal in his brain.
"Geez, relax. We were just playing around. It's not like I was planning to actually kill him." The guy laughed.
"I wouldn't be too sure of that." Another guy from the group called back.
"Shut up Seungri this kid almost died because of you."
"Him? You were the one who fucking threw the sword!" I argued, folding my arms across my chest.
"And I apologized." The guy laughed again. He was shorter than me, but he reached up to pat my head. "Someone should suggest you some anger management classes." He joked. "I'd do it myself , but I kinda have a mission to get to."
Swiftly, he reached behind me and with one tug , pulled the sword out of the ground.
My eyes bulged out. That thing was definitely bolted into the ground. How on earth did this small guy manage to pull it out in one try?
"What the? How did you-"
"The name's Jiyong, but everyone calls me G-Dragon, because if they still existed, I'd be strong enough to tame them." The guy smiled heroically.
"You're the only one who calls yourself that, Jiyong!" The guy who I assumed was Seungri called back.
"Shut up Seungri, it'll catch on soon!"
"No it wont~" 'Taeyang' helped, and the rest of the guy's group chuckled like idiots at their member's expense.
"Sometimes I feel like really throwing you with a sword." The guy - Jiyong... Or G-Dragon, whatever- complained as he stalked back.
He joined his group and they bickered as they walked away. I watched them until they were out of sight.
G-Dragon...
What an interesting guy.
"Oh my god" Hoseok breathed. "I've been working here since I was 13 and they've never spoken a word to me!" He continued, crying out in agony. "You're here one day. One fucking day and GD's become your best friend!"
I rolled my eyes.
"Next time I'll ask him to aim his sword at you."
Hoseok stuck his tongue out childishly, his pout never leaving his face.
"Come on, I gotta show you everything else."
______

"You guys can sleep here." Taehyung smiled, handing me a key card. "It's my room, but I'll be sleeping with Hoseok."
Jimin gagged.
"Too much info." He groaned, swiping the card from my hand and unlocking the door.
Taehyung's blush enveloped his face.
"I didn't mean it like that- No really that's not what I meant-"
"Hush now, baby. You're scaring the children." Hoseok smirked, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's torso from behind.
Taehyung slapped Hoseok's arm multiple times and the elder let go, apologizing.
Sighing, he walked into the room and we followed in suit.
"I trust you'll find everything to your liking. Let me just get a few things before I leave." Taehyung narrated, taking out a barely used duffel bag from his cupboard and stuffing various items in it.
I looked around, admiring the place. It wasn't anything grand... But it was homey. With blue walls and picture frames of Taehyung and some person I didn't know (I assumed it was his brother.) there were a few frames of Hoseok and himself as well, and it suddenly occurred to me that they actually really did know each other before I met them.
Aah~ me and my awesome perception skills.
Smiling weirdly to myself, I turned around more... Noting the fluffy, blue and white carpet below me and the matching curtains hanging by a tinted window. That was cute. Was it Taehyung's idea? He didn't look like the "interior decorative" kind.
I let my eyes wonder further. Took in the cupboard and desk on the far end of the room, the little laundry basket, the side cabinet, the bed.
The bed.
One. Singular.
The one bed that was in the room.
The room that both Jimin and I were both residing in.
"Uhm..." I called out, suddenly quite nervous. "Do you perhaps have an extra bed hiding somewhere?"
Hoseok chuckled as he made his way into the room.. Seemed as though he was getting tired of waiting for Taehyung to pack his 'few' things.
"You two should be fine, though." He laughed. "You seemed pretty cozy with each other at the beach yesterday."
I averted my gaze, turning around so they couldn't see my face. There was no doubt I was blushing profusely.
"That wasn't real, we were trying to hear what you guys were speaking about." Jimin argued, coming to my rescue.
"That was that time. I'm speaking about when you guys were in the water."
If I could, I was sure I'd be blushing harder than I already was. I had nearly forgotten about that. My little lapse in judgement . I don't even know why I let things progress like that. All I know, was that Jimin made me feel and do things that I normally wouldn't feel and do... And it both scared and exhilarated me at the same time.
"We're not like that." I tried to argue.
Taehyung stood up, zipped duffel bag by his side.
"Sure." He smiled, disbelief clear in his expression.
I frowned, gesturing to the minimal distance between him and Hoseok.
"and what about you? Are you guys like... Together or something?"

I was prying again... And I internally cursed the three boys around me because if I hadn't met them, I would have still been my usual non-prying self.
Hoseok looked to his side where Taehyung was standing, a soft smile playing on his lips as he muttered a "Something like that."
"Ew, you're being gross." Jimin gagged again.
Taehyung looked over to see what Jimin was referring to and pushed the heart eyed Hoseok away from him. He laughed out merrily, before walking ahead, Hoseok following closely behind.
Taehyung turned around at the door, facing the two of us.
"You're safe here. My wardrobe is there, you can borrow whatever you want from it. I'll try and see what info I can get about the whole situation, but for now... try and get some rest to ease up your mind a bit."
We nodded, and within the next few seconds, Hoseok and Taehyung were gone and I was left alone with a silent Jimin.
I studied his face as he walked over to Taehyung's wardrobe, pushing aside a few articles of clothing before finally settling on a plain white sweater and some sweatpants.
"This is gonna be too big for me." He muttered out. I didn't really think he was talking to me, but I chuckled and replied anyway.
"Everything's too big for you."
Jimin narrowed his eyes, challengingly... But the fierce look was lost to me because of the way he was pouting as well.
"Shut up."
I settled down onto the dreaded bed with a lack of anything else to do and absentmindedly watched as Jimin removed his shirt.
He really was well built, and true... Taehyung's sweater might be too long for him, but he'd definitely fill the piece of material out nicely, thanks to his muscles.
It was when Jimin unbuttoned his jeans that I realized I was staring and when I averted my gaze back up to his face, I saw the amused expression that he was basking in.
"Like what you see?" He drawled, the comment making me roll my eyes.
"No." I bit out. "I was just wondering why you're so buff. I've never seen you work out before."
It was a lie and totally not what I was thinking about, but the boy in front of me seemed to buy my excuse anyway.
Jimin pulled the sweater over his head, quickly ridding his jeans and replacing them as well.
"I used to dance." He patted his thighs and gave a little laugh. "When we were in one of our old schools, Sung-hee wanted to do ballet, but my mother wouldn't let her do anything unless i was with and Sung hee intimidates me sometimes, which is how i ended up being a guy- ballerina. You should see how these thighs look in tights. " he giggled.
The image flashed before my eyes and I shook my head to clear it. I did not want to have...that... stuck in my head at night when I was trying to sleep.
"After a while, I realized that there was more than one dance class going on at the same time, so I ventured into a room where people were dancing to Hip Hop and I joined them... But hip hop's quite strenuous, and your body's gotta be in shape to keep up with choreography and stuff. My mom says that if I didn't start that dancing though, Sung her and I would still look the same... Because I was quite dainty when I was doing ballet."
I smiled at him. He seemed to be playing a memory through his head, so I didn't say anything in return. Scared that if I did, I'd ruin the moment somehow.
"Do you think they're okay?" Jimin breathed out.
I knew who he was talking about. He didn't have to tell me.
"I don't know." I said back, looking at the hands in my lap. I wanted to give him reassurance, but I couldn't... And I had a feeling that he didn't want me to butter things up anyway.
Jimin sighed, making his way over to the bed. He collapsed behind me-making me bounce a little. I couldn't see his face, but I knew the worried expression never left it.
"This is so strange, you know. Like, yesterday we were normal people and today I feel like I'm in some sort of movie." He mumbled out.
"You were never a normal person, Jimin." I cackled, trying to lighten the mood.
I felt a pillow hit me on the back of my head and I turned around to grab the object away from him in case he tried to use it again.
"I despise you." He retorted impishly.
I smiled, laying down next to him and staring up at the ceiling as well.
We lied there in silence, our breathing becoming a background sound of sorts. I turned my head, looking at the outline of Jimin's jaw and tracing my eyes over his soft features until my gaze landed on his creased brow. He really was worried, no matter how much he tried to hide it.
Looking back up at the ceiling, I inhaled deeply.
"Look, I can't guarantee that they're okay." I started quietly. "But at least we know they're alive ... we're gonna save them, okay. "
Jimin nodded silently.
"They're probably gonna assign those Big Bang guys to rescue them." I smirked, recalling the earlier exchange with the G-Dragon guy. "They are the best... As far as we know."
Jimin's ears perked up at the mention of the group of Agents. He sat up eagerly, crossing his legs.
"Don't they make you wanna be an agent too?" He sighed. "That Taeyang guy. He looks so cool. I want to be just like him."
I frowned, my earlier feeling of resentment returning

"You don't even know the guy. He could be an asshole for all we know." I muttered.
"You're an asshole and I put up with you, don't I?" Jimin laughed back in reply. "You're just jealous." He poked, eyes closing in mirth.
I scoffed, sitting up on my elbows as I raised my brow in disbelief .
"Jealous? Of what? "
"You're jealous because I find him interesting." Jimin said, matter- of - factly.
"Why on earth would I be jealous of that? It's not like I like you." I spat.
"Oh, but you do..." Jimin laughed. "You do like me. And you're so~ jealous."
He got onto his hands and knees, crawling towards where I was sitting.
I backed up until I was at the edge of the bed.
"don't be so full of yourself." I tried, looking behind me and sighing because really, there was no more place left to shift back on, unless I wanted to fall down on my ass on the carpeted floor.
Jimin crawled until he was directly straddling my lap and I was once again reminded of the time that I discovered i was into guys- The time Jimin helped me discover that i was into guys.
And the time when he touched me so freely in the water... How good it felt.
He was so close that I could smell the scent that was distinctly Jimin. If I leaned in and sniffed him even more, would it have been weird?
"Let me kiss you." Jimin whispered, reaching out a hand to thread through the hair at the back of my head. "Just one kiss."
I wanted to give him a snide remark. I wanted to have a witty comment that would make him embarrassed, but at the same time... All I wanted was to taste his lips against mine as well.
So, fighting with my ego and forfeiting all the things I'd usually do, I leaned in... Ghosting my lips softly over his. I felt his hot breath against my mouth as he sighed, before he pushed closer.
A million thoughts ran through my head as I pushed on his shoulder to get him to lie down. His grip on my hair pulled me with him, so that now i was the one straddling him.
I looked into his hazed, brown eyes, gently grazing my fingers across his strong jawline. Then I leaned down again and captured his plush lips in mine.
Everything was so soft and gentle, and it made my gut turn in knots like it usually did when I kissed Jimin, but I wanted more.
I didn't know why, but I didn't want to be gentle anymore. I didn't want to keep testing the waters. So, I brought my hands up to grip on Jimin's shoulders and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, groaning when I felt his hands on my backside.
Jimin bucked up into me as he pushed me down against him, and I felt my cock twitch to life.
"Jungkook." Jimin moaned out as I trailed my lips down to his neck, nibbling at the soft, soft skin. It was practically begging to be tainted in marks. "Jungkook, Jungkook..."
My name had never sounded so... Appealing before. The way Jimin panted it out made the feeling in my stomach increase by a tenfold.
"Say it again." I breathed against his neck. "Say my name again."
Jimin pulled my face towards his again, licking the underside of my lip.
"Jungkook..." He whispered and I could not keep the mischievous smile off of my face, even if I tried.
I kissed him, bringing my hands down to grip at his thick, sweat pants covered thighs. Squeezing it roughly, i pulled on it so that I could bring them around my waist.
Jimin hooked his ankles together behind my back, and I grinded my groin down into his own, grunting when I felt his cock hard beneath the material of his pants. He pulled me closer as my tongue traced the seams of his puckered lips, licking its way into his warm cavern.
It suddenly occurred to me that if there were no clothing between us, we'd practically be having sex right now.
And strangely enough, the idea didn't even gross me out. Not one bit.
I used the grip I had on his thighs to widen his legs. These incessant clothes needed to be removed. It was getting harder and harder to maneuver my way around him.
I had meant only to spread his legs a little bit, just enough to create some space between us, but when I noticed that his legs just kept widening and widening , I looked down at him in confusion.
"How flexible are you?" I asked in disbelief, watching as his legs spread out. In his new position, i could clearly make out the tent in his pants and the image was so lewd, I bit my lip from gasping out in satisfaction.
"one of ballet's main requirements is to be flexible." Jimin licked his bottom lip. "Now I can finally use it to my advantage."
I groaned. He didn't know what he was doing to me. I didn't know what he was doing to me!
God, Jimin... What were you doing to me?
Jimin trailed his hand down his sweater-covered torso. He palmed his cock and sighed at the feeling. A moment later, I felt his other hand on my own erect member and I groaned, placing my face into the juncture of his neck where it met his shoulder.
"Fuck." I panted. "Fuck, that feels so good."
"Hmm..." Jimin agreed, palming us both faster.
I let my tongue slip out of my mouth and trailed it down to his collar bone as I nipped and sucked, pushing my cock closer to his hand.
It was at that moment that my brother decided to unanouncingly saunter his way into the room.
"Jungkook- Shit." He coughed out and turned around placing his hands on his eyes. "Shit I was not meant to see that."
I jumped away from Jimin, scrambling off of the bed and placing my hands in front of my obvious erection.
"Jin!" I yelled out in surprise. "what are you doing here?"
"I came to collect you two, but if I had known that you'd be... busy... I would have knocked." He said in reply.
I looked back at Jimin to see him shifting his sweatpants as well. He ran a hand through his hair and lifted his gaze to lock onto my own.
I shook my head, trying to get some oxygen back into it, before I looked back at my brother.
"Where are we going?" I asked, still a little breathless.
Seokjin uncovered his eyes and looked back at us.
He looked defeated to say the least. And I wasn't sure why, but I had the strange feeling that I would find out soon enough.
"Follow me." He instructs. He looked at me sadly, studying my features and I raised an eyebrow at the action. Gesturing to the front, I cleared my throat.
"Lead the way."
_______

"Come inside." Yelled a gravelly voice through the door that Seokjin had just knocked on.
Sighing for a final time, Seokjin pushed the handle and motions for us to go in.
Upon entering, the two familiar faces sitting in the sofa smiled at us.
Taehyung and Hoseok stood and made their way over to my brother's side.
"Jeon Jungkook. It's been a while. My, how you have grown into a fine young man." An unfamiliar, well-rounded guy with bleached blond hair smiled. "You probably won't remember me, even though I am your God Father." He chuckled whole heartedly.
God father?
"My name's Bang Shiyuk. I used to be close friends with your parents." He said in a kind voice. "I am greatly sorry for your loss. Your parents were excellent agents."
I bit my lip to keep the comment of 'Your condolences are kinda late since my parents died twelve years ago but okay' , away and smiled softly instead.
"Thank you." I said.
"And Jimin. This is the first time we formally meet!" He bellowed out.
This guy reminded me alot of a teddy bear for some reason. Or Santa Clause... Without the beard.
"Sorry for the mix up in profiles." He apologized sheepishly. "We really didn't expect your sister to be a part of this."
"Yeah, neither did I." Came Jimin's cut off reply.
'Bang Shiyuk' smiled a sweet smile, then turned back to the folders that were in front of him.
"So..." He began. "The situation stands like this." He handed out pages to Taehyung who distributed it to the rest of us.
I looked down to see the profile of a pale man. He looked harmless to say the least, but I knew better.
Especially since the name on the profile read 'Min Yoongi'.

"Yoongi has always been a problem, but its clear now that he is getting tired of staying in the shadows. I've discussed this with a few of the other board members and we have devised a plan to bring him down as soon as we find his location." Bang Shiyuk announced. "Seokjin had begged me to keep you two out if this, but I am afraid that that cannot happen. He wants you, Jimin. We don't know why, but he does. And it would be suspicious if you go alone, so we're sending an obvious person with you. " Jimin was about to protest about something when Bang Shiyuk raised his palm.
"Don't be alarmed. You won't be required to take him down. We just need you as a distraction. I'll be sending in different units. Big Bang will obviously be one of them and the unit Got7 will be accompanying you as well. They specialize in Imitation and will be a great asset to the mission if need be. " he turned to Hoseok, Taehyung and Seokjin. "You three will be going in as well. We'll need as much agents as we can get. Jimin and Jungkook,"
I looked up from the page I was studying, allowing my attention to fall onto the guy who was addressing us.
" You two will be trained, just incase things get difficult during the mission. I can't send you in without any experience whatsoever."
Trained? For what? To be an agent?

"We have Exo trying to locate his hideout as we speak, and the second we have a lead... We'll send you in, so your training needs to start first thing tomorrow morning."
I looked to the side and saw the unhappy expression on my brothers face.
This was why he looked so down. He had spent years trying to keep me from this life, only for me to enter it anyway. I almost felt guilty.
"Study Yoongi's profile and try to figure out ways you might get an upper hand if you come face to face with him. " Bang Shiyuk stood up from his head and stretched his arms over his head. "That is all. You may return to your quarters."
The three agents in the room bowed in respect, so I did the same and followed them to the door.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" Bang Shiyuk yelled, making us all jump and turn around. "Since none of you have units, I'm making you your own one." He smiled. "From now on, the five of you will be known as..." He tapped his chin, thinking. Then his face lit up excitedly. "BulletProof. You are BulletProof."
I looked around as everyone else in the room processed the information.
Taehyung was the first to smile, nodding his head in approval as the words slipped out of his mouth.
"We Are BulletProof."

***
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Jungkook's P.O.V
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"Jungkook, behind you!" Taehyung yelled from his position on the spectators balcony looking down on the training field.
I whipped around, narrowly missing the punch sent to me by Jimin.
"Jimin, to your left!" Came another instruction, and I cursed Hoseok for noticing where my next attack was going to land.
Ducking low, I kicked Jimin's legs from under him and pinned him to the ground once he fell.
His breath fanned my face, mine equally as unstable as I tried to get it back to normal.
"Good one." He whispered, chest rising with every ragged inhale.
I smirked, but it fell short when I felt his knee jam into my stomach. I groaned, rolling over and clutching the injured body part in agony.
"Yes!" I heard Hoseok shriek. "You're doing great, Jimin!"
"Jungkook get up, you can still win this!" Taehyung yelled from beside him.
I opened my eyes to see Jimin getting up off the ground, shaking out his arms and I breathed deeply, following his lead.
We circled around each other, hands outstretched in the fighting pose that we had come to perfect over the last week of intense physical training.
"You won't win me." Jimin said through breaths. "Not this time."
"I've beaten you all the previous times. What make you think this is gonna be any different?" I laughed.
Jimin's smile widened and he licked his lips. My gaze followed the movement, and I felt a shudder crawl up my spine.
"Because this time, I know exactly what to do."
I barely had time to process the sentence, before I was pushed to the ground- Jimin straddling my hips. I would have pushed him off, if it wasn't for the fact that his lips were attached to mine.
And Fuck, he won. He definitely won.
"Jimin." I moaned out as he gripped my hair, bringing my hands up to cup his voluptuous ass.
I heard him groan once before he was being pulled away from me.
My eyes fluttered open, desperate to have him back on top of me. It was the first time since the first night that we had gotten there since something happened between us, and I was gradually going insane.
It was obvious- to both of us- that we wanted something to happen, and its not that either of us were scared.
...its just, neither of us knew what to do.
Kissing was normal for me. I've watched many movies to know how to kiss properly. Other things though... I didn't know how that worked. It's not like I watched porn. I didn't read any books that told me what to do. I was never interested in that stuff... And I cursed my asexualness for never tempting me to find out more.
Jimin had been under the impression that he was straight all his life as well, so he knew as much as I did when it came to this kind of thing.
Which- I guess- is why we both kinda... Avoided it? Scared that'll lead us both to something that we didn't know how to deal with.
Yeah. That was the reason. We were both way too inexperienced to do anything else.
...But it was getting frustrating. Especially since I woke up every morning with my body entangled with Jimin's... And I wanted more. I've never wanted something more than I wanted Jimin and it was weird, because a few days ago... Things like this wouldn't have mattered to me.
"I won." Jimin smirked, rubbing the back of his palm against his lips to removed the evidence of their kiss.
"I'd hardly count that as winning." Taehyung argued. He was the one who pulled Jimin off me. I wanted to punch him. "You can't use that in actual battle."
"Oh, but it was very clever, Taehyungie." Hoseok chuckled as he made his way onto the field as well, reaching a hand down to pull me up. "Target your opponents weakness. In this case, it was Jungkook's hormones. Well played, Jiminie... I've taught you well."
"No, you're just a pervert and that's the only trait you're able to pass down as a mentor." Taehyung huffed crossing his arms. "Jungkook would have won, had Jimin been able to keep it in his pants."
I looked over to Jimin, who still had a playful smile on his lips. He was watching the exchange between Taehyung and Hoseok with interest, eyes sparkling in delight as Hoseok closed the distance between them to place a chaste kiss on Taehyung's lips.
"You seem to forget that I was your mentor once upon a time as well." Hoseok chuckled and Taehyung blushed beet red.
Jimin's gaze seemed to look past them, as if in thought... And then his expression lit up again. The idiot clearly had some amazing epiphany or something. I didn't know what it was, but I reckoned I'd ask him about it later.
"Guys." I heard a familiar voice call out. I turned around to watch as my brother strode up to us, a plastic bag in each one of his hands. "I've got you something."
"What is it?" Jimin asked eagerly, bouncing his way over to Seokjin. The elder boy's lips quirked at the excited boy before him, before handing him one of the bags with an amused grin.
"Uniforms."
Jimin let out an excited howl as he peaked into the bag.
"Oh my god all I see is black and I already know I'm gonna love it."
I knew I was gonna love it too.
I distinctly remember the way those suits hugged those "Big Bang" guy's thighs and goddamn... Just picturing Jimin in it...
Maybe I've been spending too much time with Hoseok.

Seokjin walked up to me, handing me the other bag. I took it slowly... Shaking my head to try and calm my newly discovered, perverted mind.
I needed to do something about this... Frustration.
I felt my brother's gaze on me and looked up. Seokjin blinked, as if he had been caught in something, then whipped his head back to the front. The air around us was still slightly awkward. To a passerby, we must've looked like complete strangers, and not blood brothers.
"Thanks." I muttered.
"Pleasure." He muttered back, standing beside me. "I didn't know your size, so I just figured I'd get one size smaller than my own since we're nearly the same in build."
I nodded.
I didn't know why I was still so awkward with him. Everything had been explained. All his reasoning behind leaving me alone all this time. His stand-offish behavior. It was all explained, but I just... I couldn't fully form that older brother-younger brother bond with him.
It didn't take a week to mend a relationship like that.
"I'm gonna go try this on!" Jimin yelled suddenly, taking off in the direction of the nearest rest room.
I watched him, trying to conjure up a logical reason why I was so drawn to this idiot. It definitely wasn't his wit that interested me.
Smirking to myself, I turned around and headed for the building cafeteria, bag still in my hand. It was lunch and all this practicing made me hungry.
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Jimin's POV
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So, okay... Maybe trying on my new outfit wasn't the only reason I escaped from the training field. I had to get my thoughts in order and being around Jungkook wasn't doing me any good.
I just... I don't know what happened and why, but things changed between us. Things changed with me. It was me who kept initiating our little moments and I didn't even know why.
For the longest time, I denied the fact that I was... Well, homosexual. But that wasn't the case anymore. It couldn't be. I no longer considered myself as straight... And honestly, looking back on my life... I wondered if I ever really was straight. Yeah, I've kissed a few girls before, but I've never felt-how would I say... tingles? Yeah, I've never felt tingles with them, the way I feel them when I kiss Jungkook.
It's cheesy and stupid but I'm fucking telling the truth.
And the thing is, I know he feels the same. We both want each other, but we just... Don't know how.
I was pretty panicked, because I wanted to ask someone, but its not like I had anyone to speak to about things like this with. I didn't have a father with whom i could have "the talk" with, so I was lost.
Until I realized that there was someone I could inquire things from.
The most perverted person I knew.
Hoseok.
It was perfect! Hoseok seemed to be quite well versed in this topic. Always making sexual innuendos and feeling up on Taehyung, who better of a person to inquire from?
I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the restroom wall. Damn, I looked good as a spy- even if I do say so myself.
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We were sitting around a table, eating our fill of Aeon's cafeteria food when I decided to get the whole ordeal over with. Everyone was done eating -save for Jungkook and his brother. I don't know why, but I think 'slow eating' ran in their family.
"Hey, Hoseok." I started, standing up and stretching my arms. "I wanna work on that new combat move you were showing me. Could you help me out?"
It wasn't a total lie. I did want to practice... I just had other things to fill the conversation with.
"Sure thing!" Hoseok smiled happily. "Tae, you coming?"
"I actually gotta go see if Exo has any news, but I'll join you later." Taehyung replied, standing up. "Don't over exert yourself, Jimin." Taehyung smiled.
Well, that worked out for me. It was embarrassing enough speaking to one person, let alone two.
"Okay." Hoseok said solemnly, walking around the table to wind his arms around Taehyung's torso. "I'll miss you."
Taehyung smiled shyly, kissing the tip of his nose.
"See you later."
God, they were gross.
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"i know you don't simply want to learn this new move." Hoseok smirked as we entered the field, motioning for me to sit down. "So talk."
I cursed his strange sixth sense, but i guess it was better than me awkwardly stuttering trying to ask for help.
I took a deep breath. It was a simple question, Jimin... You could do this.
"So..." I began, closing my eyes tight. "The thing is I've been straight all my life and i've never came close to having intercourse with anyone and things between Jungkook and I have started heating up and i know I've told you in the past that i wasn't gay but im starting to think that that isnt true anymore especially when it involves Jungkook and now all I can think about is having sex with him, but i don't know how and like can two guys even have sex? I just... i need someone to help me or i swear to god I'll burst with frustrated hormones."
Well, left no room for misinterpretation then, did I?
Hoseok laughed, long and hard and i waited for him to calm down before nudging him with my foot.
"This isn't funny." I deadpanned.
"Sorry, sorry." He breathed through hiccups. "Its just...You guys are so cute to be so innocent."
I was honestly re thinking my choice of mentor, but Hoseok's expression soon sobered up and he breathed in deeply.
"Okay, first things first. I've never bottomed in my life so don't expect me to explain that part of the thing."
I frowned, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"Botttomed?" I asked.
Hoseok sighed, placing his face in his hands.
"Oh dear god, this is gonna take a while."
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"And after you've made sure Jungkook's fully prepared and stretched..." Hoseok explained, fisting his hand and making a circle with the thumb and forefinger of his other. He brought his two hands together- making a mental image of the actual visualization for me to understand. "You take your dick and you shove it in his butt."
I couldn't prevent the coughing fit that took over me, even if I tried .
Sex was... Complicated to say the least.
"Okay well, you don't really shove it in his butt, no matter how much you want to. And god damn you're gonna want to. But don't do it." He warned, wagging his finger. He was acting like I was gonna hurt Jungkook because I couldn't control myself. Please. I would never. "You sort of need to slowly ease your way inside. Don't start thrusting immediately. He's a virgin so he's gonna be tight. My God, he's gonna be so fucking tight-"
"-Hoseok!" I bit, trying to get his mind away from Jungkook's ass because really? Jungkook was ... Well, mine.
"Sorry." He apologized sheepishly. "Train of thought got a little carried away there." Hoseok chuckled, breathing in to refresh his thoughts.
"You'd never say." I grumbled back sarcastically.
"Anyway." He clapped "When Jungkookie's finally used to your dick, you can begin thrusting in shallowly and then gradually increase your speed until you're both coming." Hoseok smiled, like this conversation was the easiest thing to speak about.
I swallowed thickly. Just imagining Jungkook moaning and groaning below me made my toes curl. Urrgg.
"Hey hey hey. Don't start fantasizing here, leave that for when you're alone." Hoseok reprimanded, slapping my head on the back. I pretended it didn't hurt( even though it did ) and frowned at his behavior instead. "Come on, lets get you started with this move."
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Jungkook's P.O.V
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Chewing on my bottom lip nervously, I watched as Jimin (a very nicely uniformed Jimin) and the rest left the table. The perfect opportunity had arose.
My brother was supposed to help me with things like...this... Right? I mean, I know we weren't the best of brothers - and granted, I've hated him for most of my life- but he was still my brother. And we were trying to work things out after all, right?
It would be great if I had someone to talk to, but this topic was really embarrassing and what would Seokjin think of me? He probably wasn't even gay.
Though, I guess the sex worked the same. Well, almost. I wouldn't know. Which was why I needed help.
And I was determined to get it.
"Hey, Jin..." I called softly and Seokjin turned his head, showing that even though i was soft, he had heard me loud and clear.
Well, no going back now.
"Hmm?" He hummed, fork of broccoli forgotten on his plate.
"How do you... Like, how does one go about... " I mumbled... God why was this so difficult. "It's just, Jimin is really... And I want to..."
"You're gonna have to form a proper sentence that I can reply to, Jungkook." He chuckled out, and I sighed in frustration.
I wanted to crawl up into a hole and die. This was all your fault, Jimin. Look what you've turned me into. A hormonal teenager.
Schooling my face into its usual expressionless state, I looked down into my plate. I was frustrated, and whether I liked it or not, This had to be done.
"You've had... S-sex, right?"
God, I wanted to slam my face against the table.
There was no teasing chuckle or smirk, which I was fully expecting granted the situation. Seokjin simply hummed, returning to his meal.
"I've had a few encounters, yes ." He replied.
I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that he wasn't being an idiot about it.
"So..." I continued again. "You know how to..."
I stopped.
I couldn't say it. It was too embarrassing.
How was I supposed to ask him this? I couldn't just ask him? It was unlike me. I was doing so much things that was "unlike me" recently, I was starting to doubt whether I had a stable personality in the first place.
It was during my inner turmoil that Seokjin started talking, and I almost missed half of what he was saying.
It seemed as if he had caught on to what I was trying to say, because the next thing I knew, Seokjin was explaining every little detail to me and by the time he reached the part of "Finding Jimin's prostrate gland." My face was beet red.
"So you just keep thrusting in with different angles until you find it." He concluded.
Staring straight at my crumbed plate, I couldn't dare to look up- lest I risk someone seeing my blushed face- I nodded.
"Oh... Cool, yes okay." I managed to mumble out. "Different angles, got it."
Different angles? I'm not good at geometry oh my god what if I thrust in weirdly and hurt him?
"Yeah. I usually bottom, but you don't seem like a bottom, so I figured you'd be the one giving rather than receiving."
"Ah... Yeah okay." I didn't wanna be the one receiving either. That seemed like way too much pain and in no means was I willing to inflict pain upon myself.
I think.
"Good. If that's all, go and practice." Seokjin said, looking at my now empty plate.
I frowned. What? Practice? Sex? He couldn't be serious right? Who on earth was I supposed to practice having sex with? Did people even do things like that-
-oh.
Practice. Combat Practice. Physical training. Secret agents. Right.
"Yes. I'll go right ahead." I nodded nervously, jumping up in my seat. "Thanks for uhh... The advice."
Seokjin's smile was soft, but he genuinely looked happy. Did the fact that I actually came to him for advice -the way a younger brother should- make him happy? Was this the sort of thing we missed out on all these years because of this Agency?
I couldn't help but resent the place for that one reason alone. I was robbed of having a normal family because of Aeon. In another life, an alternative one... I'd have parents with normal jobs, an older brother to go to whenever I had problems and I wouldn't have been... An antisocial freak.
But alas, life didn't work that way... And whether I liked it or not, I'd have to deal with the life I was given.
I guess there was good things. If it wasn't for Aeon... I wouldn't have made any new acquaintances. Taehyung and Hoseok were a handful, but strangely enough, when I thought about them- the word "Friend" didn't seem so foreign to me anymore.
I wouldn't have been able to learn all these kick ass moves for combat, which is a bonus too. I mean, who doesn't wanna be able to high kick and sucker punch? I've even mastered doing front and backflips and I find that an achievement on its own.
And lastly, Jimin.
There was Jimin in this life. And I guess even through all the darkness clouding it, there was always Jimin. A beacon of light, if you will. Brightening up even the darkest of memories. Even if I hadn't wanted him to be there in the first place. He was annoying as fuck, sometimes... But he brought something out in me that I never really thought I had in the first place.
A soul.
He made everything seem... Better? As if everything that's happened in the past is just that. The past.
In Jimin, I saw the future. I saw my future. And I didn't know if that frightened me or excited me because all of this was so new. I was still learning. Why was everything so damn emotional?
"well, go then." Seokjin chuckled, making me realize that I was still standing there, staring into the distance.
"Right, right." I hurried out, nearly tripping on my way to the room I shared with Jimin. I needed to get changed. I didn't simply want to Jump Jimin right there and then, so I guess relieving some stress through combat practice would actually be a good idea.
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Hoseok watched as Seokjin monitored his younger brothers combat skills on the spectators balcony . He smirked, reminiscing on the conversation he had had earlier with Jimin. Aaah the beauty of young love.
"Hey." He smiled, making his way over to the empty space beside the older.
"Hello." Seokjin nodded back, politely.
Hoseok smiled.
...Wow, someone was being civil.
He thought.
"They're doing well." The younger commented, tilting his head in the direction of the sparing pair below.
"Very well, actually." Seokjin replied. "For someone with as much sexual frustration as that, Jungkook's managing to push it off quite well."
Hoseok chuckled, nodding in agreement.
"Jimin's in the same boat. Would you believe me if I told you that he came to me for advice earlier?"
Seokjin turned his head towards Hoseok, smile of amusement clearly evident.
"I would, because Jungkook came to me as well." He laughed softly. "I guess we better stay away from their room tonight."
Hoseok nodded, looking pass Seokjin as he noticed Taehyung's orange hair bouncing in the distance, making its way over to them.
"We really should. I taught Jimin everything there is to know about it, so I kinda expect to see Jungkook limping tomorrow." Hoseok laughed, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's waist when he arrived.
Seokjin's expression sobered up, and he frowned.
"what?" Taehyung asked, a bit alarmed at Seokjin's sudden change in mood.
Seokjin looked back out at the field, shaking his head and laughing out bitterly.
"You taught Jimin how to Top?" He questioned.
Hoseok nodded, asking what the problem was.
"Well, in retrospect... There'd be no problem. Except for the fact that I taught Jungkook how to Top as well. And we both know that there's no way they both could top, so it seems like we have a problem."
It was quiet for a while, before Hoseok burst out laughing, clutching Taehyung closer to his body as he tried to calm down.
"I guess we just gotta wait and see what the outcome is... Don't we?" He said, his smile threatening to split his face in half.
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"You're gonna strain yourself if you keep practicing after hours." Jungkook said, startling Jimin out of his fighting pose. "All the lights have already been turned out. How can you even see?"
"You see me, don't you? It's not that dark." Jimin said back, watching as the younger boy walked onto the field.
Jungkook shook his head in mock disbelief, lips quirking in amusement.
Aeon usually stopped all their indoor activities at 9 sharp. There were people still on night shift, but they didn't work from the main building. So, being 10:30 in the night... Naturally Jimin and Jungkook were the only ones present.
"Touché." The younger boy chuckled. He stretched his arms, then took a seat on the ground- watching Jimin practice the new combat move he had learned today. "That's cool." He complimented.
"Right?" Jimin chuckled, reaching a hand out. "I could teach it to you."
Jungkook hesitated, looking at the hand waiting for him.
"Looks difficult." He tried.
"You're difficult!" Jimin sighed, grabbing Jungkook's hand and yanking him up against his will. "Come on, it's simple."
Jimin gripped Jungkook's waist, spinning him around so that his back was against Jimin's chest. Lifting his hand to Jungkook's right shoulder, Jimin slid his palm down the length of his arm... His breathing against Jungkook's neck warm.
"All you have to do is be able to control your body." Jimin whispered, threading his fingers through Jungkook's from the back.
Jungkook wanted to groan out that he never seemed to be able to control his body when Jimin was around... But he kept quiet, letting Jimin guide his hand to the front of them. The older boy did the same to his other hand, bringing the palms of it to Jungkook's stomach.
Jungkook wondered if Hoseok taught Jimin the move like this as well.
But then he ignored the gut feeling of jealousy, because Hoseok had Taehyung... And he wouldn't do that to him.
"I don't really see what this has to do with your move." Jungkook said aloud, and Jimin laughed softly... His lips brushing the spot behind Jungkook's ear.
Shivers wrecked Jungkook's spine and he closed his eyes briefly to calm his nerves.
"It doesn't have anything to do with it." Jimin admitted. "I just wanted to touch you."
Jungkook swallowed thickly, pushing away from Jimin's hold.
"You really have become a pervert." Jungkook joked out. "Dare I say you've become worse than Hoseok?"
Jimin rolled his eyes, crouching down again.
"Maybe..." He said. "Or maybe I'm just trying distract you so that I can kick your ass."
Jungkook quirked an eyebrow, crouching down as well.
"Let's test that theory in a little spar, shall we?" He suggested.
Jimin's smile was wide, and he pushed forward, but Jungkook was vigilant... He blocked the attack, side stepping so that he could grab Jimin's wrist, twist his arm and press it to his back.
Jungkook stepped closer so that it was now him behind Jimin.
"Not this time." Jungkook whispered, his smirk never leaving his face.
Jimin rested his head to the back onto Jungkook's shoulder, turning his face towards Jungkook's.
Jungkook's breath fanned his face and Jimin closed his eyes, a solemn smile gracing his features. He could feel Jungkook pressed up against every inch of him and it felt amazing, even though they were both fully clothed.
Jungkook let go of Jimin's wrist, lowering his hands down his waist slowly, so that they rested on either side Jimin's hips.
Jimin closed the distance between their lips, moaning softly when Jungkook pressed them even closer. A second later, Jungkook was spinning Jimin around, re attaching their lips.
Jimin smiled into the kiss, the feeling of Jungkook's plush lips moving against his own making him feel giddy. He was reminded that, besides Sung hee, he was the only one Jungkook had ever kissed.
"Jungkookie." Jimin breathed out, licking along the younger's bottom lip. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard."
Jungkook groaned, bringing his hands to rest on Jimin's ass.
"You seem to be mistaken, Jimin. " Jungkook smirked. "It is I who will be doing the fucking."
Jimin stepped back, crossing his arms.
"uhm..." He said. "No. Why do you get to fuck me?"
Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
"Because you're shorter than me?" He replied as if it made the world of sense.
"By like, three inches. I doubt that makes a difference in sex." Jimin bit, challenging the younger boy. Jimin had not learned how to bottom. "Besides, I'm older than you."
"By a few months." Jungkook argued back.
"And you already have a stick shoved up your ass. I doubt my cock will make any difference."
Jungkook groaned. This was getting them no where.
"Fine. Whoever has the biggest cock gets to top." He suggested, unzipping his pants.
Jimin hesitated slightly, but lowered his hand to his pants zipper as well. Jungkook was being serious.
Thank god there was no one around to see them do this. Why were they even doing this? Normal people didn't do this, did they?
They both stared down at their semi erect lengths, and then Jungkook made his way over to Jimin so they could compare it side by side.
"They're both the same." Jimin deadpanned in frustration.
Jungkook frowned.
"No no. Look, mines slightly longer." He protested.
Jimin looked again, admittedly seeing the slight length difference, but he wasn't giving up that easily.
"Yeah well mine's a little bit thicker than yours, so there's that." Jimin huffed, putting himself back in his jeans.
Jungkook did the same, crossing his arms once their inspection was done.
Well, that got them no where.
"If we're arguing over something this stupid, maybe we shouldn't have sex then." Jungkook muttered.
Jimin was quiet for a while, before he let out an agreed murmur.
He sighed, turned around and headed in the opposite direction from where they were standing.
"I'm gonna go shower." He threw over his shoulder.
Jungkook stood quietly, watching as Jimin widened the distance between them. He groaned, rubbing a palm over his face.
"Jimin, wait."
Everything was going fine. Why was gay sex so complicated? Why did Jimin have to have an ego the size of Jupiter?
"What?" He bit. Jimin had stopped walking, but he hadn't turned around to face Jungkook.
The younger was more than just a little frustrated. They had come so far, only for things to come to a premature stop. He still wanted Jimin. So god damn much.
Jungkook walked up to Jimin, wrapping his arms around Jimin's waist.
Jimin frowned, wondering what the younger was up to... And when he felt his feet leave the ground, his eyes widened in surprise.
Jungkook started bouncing him up and down.
JUNGKOOK was bouncing him up and down.
What the hell was going on.
"Jungkook!" Jimin squealed. "What the hell put me down."
"Don't be mad at me." He said. How he still managed to sound monotonous while acting like a five year old, Jimin wouldn't know.
And again. This was Jungkook. Jungkook was acting immature. Jimin was so confused.
"I'm not. Put me down." Jimin said again. He was getting scared. Jungkook was being weird.
The younger boy stopped bouncing, but didn't relinquish his hold on Jimin's waist.
And then they were moving.
"Jungkook, for fucks sake. Stop man- handling me." Jimin cried out, but Jungkook was either ignoring him or too set on whatever plan he had conjured up to be paying attention to Jimin's complaints.
Jimin allowed himself to be carried into their shared bedroom, and when he was placed onto the bed, Jungkook between his legs on all fours, he swallowed thickly.
"Okay." Jungkook said. "Okay, we both want this."
He raised his hand up to cup Jimin cheek and he sighed.
"Lets make a deal." Jungkook said, placing his hand on top of Jimin's jeans zipper.
Jimin's breath hitched, but his eyes remained focused on Jungkook's.
"What kind of deal?" He said, softly.
When the zipper was down, Jungkook reached into Jimin's pants, gently stroking Jimin through his underwear.
"We alternate." He said, leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on Jimin's jaw.
Jimin arched his neck, unknowingly pushing his crotch closer to the hand there.
"M-meaning?" He stuttered out.
"You let me top now, and... I promise you can... Uhm... top next time." Jungkook suggested, nervously looking up at Jimin.
Jimin weighed his options.
He was silly to think that Jungkook would just willingly allow himself to be dominated constantly. They both had pretty dominating personalities, but Jimin still wasn't sure.
Maybe... Maybe for Jungkook he could make an exception. Jungkook had offered an alternative that seemed like a pretty good deal. Better than being constantly dominated... Jimin rationed.
In the bedroom, where there was just him and Jungkook... No one else but them, maybe he could allow his ego to dim down. Just a little bit.
Jimin was quiet and Jungkook waited with bated breath as the older made his decision. When had everything turned so serious?
Jimin blinked. Once, twice... And then his face morphed into an expression of determination.
"Okay." He said, Jungkook's piercing onyx eyes staring straight into his own. "You now, then me."
Jungkook smiled. A smile Jimin had never seen. He had been smiling more and more recently, but never had a smile overtaken his entire his face. He was almost unrecognisable and Jimin's heart lurched because fuck... He had forgotten how devastatingly handsome Jungkook was.
And Jungkook wanted him. Just as much as he wanted jungkook.
"but I don't exactly know what bottoming inclines, so if you hurt me I swear to god I'll castrate you." He said, gripping Jungkook's hair so that the younger could clearly see the serious expression on his face.
He wasn't joking.
"I would never hurt you." Jungkook whispered. Jimin blushed at the intensity of the the youngers words and when Jungkook leaned down to capture Jimin's lips in his own, he sighed and relaxed into the pillow behind him.
For now, he'd let Jungkook take the lead. Only for now.
Jungkook removed the hand that was fondling Jimin's awakening erection and brought it to the hem of Jimin's black T-shirt, pushing the material up so he could trace the hard lines of Jimin's abdomen muscles.
Sucking Jimin's bottom lip into his mouth, he pressed closer, riding Jimin's T-shirt higher up his chest.
As Seokjin had instructed, he thumbed one of Jimin's nipples and when the older boy let out a surprized yelp, Jungkook smirked. Oh, he was gonna enjoy this.
He sat back, pushing Jimin's T-shirt over his head. Jungkook remembered the last time he had seen Jimin shirtless and the flame in his stomach sparked.
Tracing his fingertips slowly over Jimin's torso, he fingered the waist of Jimin's jeans...fiddling with the material, but never removing it.
And apparently that was a mistake, because the next thing he knew, he was pushed onto his knees with Jimin on his lap, the older boy groaning in frustration.
"Stop being such a fucking pussy." He growled. "If you're gonna do that, I wont be discouraged to take charge."
Jungkook blinked silently...and then he smiled.
He was worried that because he had pushed Jimin into being bottom for the first time, this whole experience wouldn't be as enjoyable as it should've been. But oh, how wrong he was.
He should have know that this annoyance in front of him would remain annoying, even through heated moments.
Jungkook was starting to think that maybe it was the annoyance that Jimin wore that intrigued him. That kept his mind wondering back to the older.
Maybe it was Jimin's annoying personality that made Jungkook crave him.
Because unlike many other annoyances in his life, Jimin had become a constant. And Jungkook needed the stability that Jimin was offering him.
"You're just too fucking impatient." Jungkook chuckled back, bringing his hands down to cup Jimin's round ass. He brought him closer so that their groins were touching and looked up into the eyes of the boy on his lap.
Jimin licked his lips, leaning down to kiss Jungkook full on, tongue painting a trail inside the youngers mouth. Jungkook kissed back, fighting hard for the dominance that Jimin was so difficult to relinquish.
Jimin reached down, dragging Jungkook's shirt off his body. He pulled his lips away long enough to see the shirt fall onto the floor, before leaning down again to suck Jungkook's tongue back into his mouth.
The younger let out a soft moan, his hands on Jimin's ass moving up to roam across the expanse of Jimin's back. God, he wanted to just sit there and admire the God-like physique of the boy on him, but his libido was having other ideas. It wanted to be freed from its confines, and who was Jungkook to argue with his dick when he had held out on it for so long?
Slamming Jimin back down onto the bed, he yanked roughly on the older's jeans- pulling it off in one swift motion so that Jimin was left in nothing but his underwear.
"You too." Jimin panted, reaching out for Jungkook's pants. "Off."
"I get it, I get it." Jungkook smiled, throwing his pants into an unknown corner of the room. "God, relax. I know what I'm doing."
"You do?" Jimin asked in amused disbelief. "How exactly do you know what you're doing?"
"Seokjin taught me." Jungkook replied, crawling down so that his face was above Jimin's abs. He licked along the hard muscle, dipping his tongue into Jimin's belly button, and the older boy growled deep in his throat, head pressing back into the pillows.
"Oh, h-he did. Finally having some bonding T-time... Huh?" Jimin stuttered out.
Jungkook was doing things with his tongue that made it rather difficult for the older boy to speak.
Jungkook licked down further, then pulled the band of Jimin's underwear between his teeth. He lowered it, and Jimin let out a frustrated mewl when the tip of Jungkook's nose traced the side of his straining erection. It was already dripping with precum and Jimin inwardly cursed Jungkook for having this effect on him.
When Jimin's underwear was lowered to his knees, Jungkook sat up, pulling it the rest of the way off and throwing it aside before he took hold of Jimin's heavy cock.
Seokjin said to pleasure Jimin first... And he had every intention of doing that.
"Tell me if this feels good." He instructed, slowly stroking Jimin's length.
Jimin hummed, eyes closed. He lifted his knees so that his feet were pressed flat onto the bed, Jungkook in between them.
"Faster. Go faster." Jimin said, voice quivering from the touch of another. He had only touched himself in the past. And he had cupped Jungkook twice, and Jungkook had done the same to him, but that was through his clothes. No one had ever touched him like... this. It felt amazing.
Jungkook nodded, unseen by the closed eyed boy before him. He increased his speed, gripping the base of Jimin's cock hard between his fist and dragging his fingers up. He thumbed Jimin's slit and almost Jumped back when Jimin let out a loud moan.
Well, he liked that, didn't he?
Jungkook smirked, thumbing the slit again and reveling in the noises that were leaving Jimin's thick lips. The precum collected on his fingertips made it easier for him to create a rhythm that had Jimin fisting the sheets below them, cries and whimpers echoing around the room.
Jimin's face was contorted into a mixture of pleasure and impatience, his eyes were screwed shut and his blondish brown hair was already damp with sweat, locks of it sticking onto his forehead. Jimin's muscles were ripping under the intense pleasure wrecking It and Jungkook swore that not once in his life had he ever seen anything or anyone more beautiful than the boy in front of him.
Jimin saw beauty in everything, but Jungkook... Jungkook thought the only beauty that was worth appreciating, was that of Jimin's beautiful self.
"I don't know how to describe how amazing you look right now." Jungkook said. The words slipped out before he even knew what he was saying, and it was spoken so softly, but Jimin heard. And the blush that overtook his face brought a smile to Jungkook's as he leaned down to lick the precum oozing out of Jimin's slit.
"Ahh!" Jimin shrieked, hips thrusting up in a sort of "Reflex" reaction. "God, Jungkook. Do that again, please." He breathed, forcing his hips to remain on the bed.
Jungkook licked it again, then wrapped his mouth around the head of Jimin's length, dipping his tongue along the slit. The saltiness was an acquired taste, he reckoned. It wasnt too bad. The fact that Jimin was writhing in pleasure because of Jungkook's actions made the taste all the more appealing.
Jimin lowered his hands to thread them through Jungkook's dark locks, groaning as Jungkook sucked hard and lowered his head further and further until he felt the tip of Jimin's cock hit his throat.
The younger was surprized that he didn't want to throw up. Seokjin had said he would want to. But apparently Jungkook didn't have the "gag reflex" he was talking about.
Maybe he was doing it wrong?
Or maybe he wasn't, because when Jimin started panting roughly... Jungkook knew he was doing something right.
With the lack of anything better to do, he swallowed around the head and it must of been a really good thing to do because suddenly Jimin was howling, hips thrusting up as if he could get any deeper into Jungkook's throat.
"Fucking. Fuck-Jungkook!" He cried and Jungkook pulled back, licking up the underside of Jimin's cock before lowing his head once again and repeating the action.
Jimin watched as his cock disappeared into the youngers mouth.
Jungkook's pink lips looked so sinfully erotic wrapped around his dick. If Jimin wasnt so painfully hard, he'd be crying right now.
Jimin felt the pool of warmth circling his groin and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was cumming. His toes was already curled, waiting for the impending knot to snap so he could feel his first orgasm brought on by someone else.
By a guy.
A guy with whom he realized he was very much in love with.
It was with that realization that Jimin broke, streams of cum spurting out of his cock and into Jungkook's awaiting mouth.
The younger swallowed it all and kept pumping and sucking Jimin's length until the older boy was completely spent, limbs lying ungracefully by his side as Jungkook licked up the little bits of Cum that had escaped his mouth and dribbled down Jimin's softening member.
Jimin stared up at the ceiling, mouth agape. The epiphany still fresh in his brain as he tried his best to get his breathing and his heart rate back to a normal pace .
He felt a soft hand rubbing up the underside of his thigh and he looked down to see Jungkook crawling between his legs.
"Hey." The younger smiled, his fingertips running up Jimin's torso, past his neck to cup Jimin's cheek. "You okay?"
Jimin gazed back at him, reaching a hand up to thread his finger's through Jungkook's hair again. He lowered the boys face down to capture his lips in his own- Kissing Jungkook with so much passion, he was afraid he might leave bruises on the youngers lips.
But Jungkook didn't seem to mind. In fact, he kissed Jimin back with equal vigor, hand lowering again to cup Jimin's neck and pull him closer.
Was it possible to genuinely smile into a kiss? Because that's what it felt like to Jimin. Both of them were smiling into the kiss.
He widened his legs when he felt Jungkook's hand tracing his pelvis again.
Jungkook still had his underwear on, so Jimin reached down, removing the dreaded piece of material so that they were flushed naked against each other.
"Hmm." Jungkook hummed when his straining erection rubbed up Jimin's thick, milky thigh. He was oh so painfully hard. Jungkook threaded his hands through Jimin's hair, tilting the older's head back to deepen the kiss.
Jimin broke away, turning his head to the side to let out whimper. Jungkook immediately let go of the hold he had on Jimin's hair.
"I'm sorry." He quickly said. "I didn't mean to tug so hard-"
"-No, no. Do..." Jimin swallowed. "Do that again."
Jungkook narrowed his eyes, confused... But once again threaded his hand through Jimin's soft locks, pulling only slightly. He watched as Jimin's mouth parted, his eyes rolling to the back.
He liked this.
Jimin liked getting his hair pulled.
"Harder." He breathed. "Do it harder."
Those words sent blood rushing straight to Jungkook's cock, and he pulled on the locks harder- just as Jimin had instructed. The older boy's hands travelled to Jungkook's shoulder blades, trying to find some leverage. Jungkook felt the distinct feeling of fingernails digging into his skin and he couldn't take it anymore.
He wanted to be inside of Jimin. He wanted to feel Jimin around him. If he didn't act soon, he'd end up cumming on Jimin's thigh.
"Hold up, Jimin." Jungkook tried to say, kissing Jimin behind his ear.
When Jungkook removed his hand from Jimin's hair, the older boys grip on his back fell to the side. He knew what was coming, but his post orgasm state mellowed his protesting in the matter, so he lied back and watched as Jungkook leaned over the side of the bed, reaching into the bedside cabinet to pull out a jar of cocoa butter scented lotion.
Jungkook smirked, now fully aware as to why Taehyung had lotion so close to his bed.
Jimin picked up on Jungkook's expression and he let out a soft chuckle.
"lets not think about why this Jar is almost empty." Jungkook smiled.
Jimin laughed, pulling Jungkook by his neck so he could kiss him again.
"Have I mentioned how happy it makes me to see you showing emotion and making jokes? " Jimin said, pecking Jungkook again teasingly. "You were such an asshole when I met you. Not that you aren't one anymore. I guess you're just less of an asshole now."
"Strangely, I only feel the need to do those things when I'm around you." Jungkook said, unscrewing the lid as he kissed Jimin back.
Jimin's smile widened, lowering his hands to Jungkook's waist.
"I've noticed." The older replied, lying himself flat against the bed again. "Now get a move on before I flip you over and take your flower myself."
Jungkook's expression sobered up and he blinked at Jimin , horrified.
"You did not just say that." He said in disbelief.
Jimin burst out into laughter at the look on Jungkook's face.
"God, Jimin... Count on you to make sex weird." Jungkook chuckled along, coating his fingers in lotion.
"Hey, I'm about to have a cock shoved up my ass. Don't judge me. When I get nervous I say stupid things." Jimin laughed.
"Oh... Like 'Its a ball point pen in my pocket'" Jungkook teased, quirking an eyebrow.
"You're never gonna let that one go are you?" Jimin pouted, eyes still shining at the boy in front of him.
He would never be able to be seriously mad at Jungkook anymore. Not now that he realized that Jungkook had become the most important thing - other than his family- in his life.
Jungkook shook his head in amusement, unaware of the thoughts running through the older's head.
Making sure his fingers were generously coated, Jungkook placed the jar down on the table and crawled back in between Jimin's legs.
"I'll make this feel good." Jungkook promised, nudging his nose against Jimin's.
"You better." Jimin sighed, closing his eyes again.
Jungkook traced his lotion- coated index finger along the rim of Jimin's entrance, and the older boy sucked in a shakey breath. Jungkook looked up, taking in Jimin's expression.
"Relax." Jungkook mumbled, threading his other hand through Jimin's hair.
Jimin's jaw clenched, eyes fluttering as he nodded, motioning for Jungkook to continue.
Jungkook smiled a little at the action, pressing his finger pass the tight ring of muscle.
It wasn't painful to Jimin, per say... It was just... Uncomfortable. Jimin didn't know how it was possible for this to become pleasurable.
Jungkook shallowly thrusted his finger in and out, watching Jimin's expressions carefully. When there was no protest, he added a second finger and Jimin's face immediately contorted into an expression of major discomfort.
"You okay?" Jungkook asked, a little out of breath.
He, himself was still painfully hard... His patience was wearing thin, but he knew he had to prepare Jimin as Seokjin had explained. He wanted this to be as pleasurable to Jimin as it would be for himself.
"Yeah." Jimin nodded after a while.
Taking that as an invitation to continue, Jungkook thrusted his fingers in faster, scissoring them so that he could stretch Jimin out further.
The discomforted expression on Jimin's face morphed into one of more pleasure and Jimin was surprised to find himself feeling his hard on returning.
This actually felt... Really good.
Jungkook bit his lip as Jimin turned into that beautiful creature once again, moaning and whimpering. By the time Jungkook had manage to fit three fingers inside of Jimin, the older boy was reaching up to grip the head board behind him.
Jungkook let go of Jimin's hair, gripping Jimin's semi erection instead. He stroked Jimin with an uneven rhythm and Jimin thrusted up frantically.
"Jungkook. M-more." He panted out as Jungkook moved his fingers faster, searching for that spot that Seokjin had said would bring Jimin undeniable pleasure.
When Jimin clenched around his fingers, letting out a whimpered howl, he knew he had found it.
Jungkook's own expression was now one of pain. He couldn't wait anymore. His erection was practically screaming at him for some attention.
He pulled his fingers out of Jimin's entrance, reaching for the jar again to get a handful of lotion out.
Jimin opened his eyes in a dazed state, watching as Jungkook wrapped his hand around his own cock- coating it generously. Jungkook hissed at the sensation of the cold substance, unknowingly thrusting into his hand.
Jimin licked his lips at the sight. Jungkook looked so fucking sexy like that. Uncaring. Falling apart.
When Jungkook had deemed himself slick enough, he situated himself above Jimin's puckered hole, placing the head at his rim.
He looked up at Jimin, and the older boy nodded... So Jungkook pushed in slowly, eyes rolling back immediately.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
How was Jungkook supposed to control his movements when all he wanted to do was thrust all the way in and fuck Jimin so hard, the headboard broke?
"So fucking tight." He breathed.
Jimin groaned, bringing his hands back up to grip at Jungkook's back again. This time, his nails dug in harshly as he tried to get used to the feeling of being filled.
Jungkook was so much bigger than three fingers.
"J-Jimin..." Jungkook stuttered out when he was fully seated inside of the older boy.
"Move." Jimin pleaded. He wanted this to get better. He knew it would get better now. Jungkook just had to move.
Jungkook nodded vigorously, abiding by Jimin's instruction. He pulled out slowly and then pushed back in equally as slow, still trying to get Jimin used to his girth.
Gradually, as Jimin began loosening up, resting a bit more relaxed against the pillows, Jungkook began picking up his pace. Jimin was so tight around his cock. He was squeezing him so sensually. Jungkook knew he wouldn't last very long. Not with the way that the knot in his stomach was coiling so rapidly.
He tried moving his position. Different angles. Seokjin said different angles. He thrusted in harder when the moans leaving Jimin's mouth became louder and louder until he was practically screaming Jungkook's name.
Jungkook pulled out fully and Jimin gasped out, eyes opening in surprise.
He was about to protest when Jungkook flipped him around, aligning his cock at Jimin's entrance one again.
"What are you-"
"-I think it will be better this way." Jungkook explained, and without another word, thrusted himself in again.
Jimin cried out. With the new position, Jungkook reached his prostrate gland dead on with every thrust and when he felt a hand sneak its way into his hair to tug on it, his whimpers increased. His neck arched back, feeling another hand wrapping around his cock.
Jungkook stroked him in time with his thrusts and Jimin's cheek pressed into the mattress. He couldn't keep himself up on his elbows. His body felt like jelly.
The impending orgasm in Jungkook's body was approaching. He was close. So fucking close.
Jungkook flipped Jimin around again so he could look at his face when he finally reached his orgasm. Pleasure wrecked through his spine and he curled in on himself as he thrusted into Jimin through his climax. He didn't close his eyes though, instead opting to watch Jimin as he lost himself in his own pleasure. Streams of Jimin's cum painted their torsos white and Jungkook fell down ungracefully on top of the other- his breath erratic.
"Fuck." Jimin panted, hands reaching up to play with the hair at Jungkook's nape. "Fuck, wow."
"I love you."
Jimin stopped moving, eyes widening in shock.
"What?"
"I think..." Jungkook swallowed. "I mean. I don't really know what loving implies. I've never loved anyone before, but the word 'love' seems so meaningless when it comes to the way I feel about you. It's too measly and whatever this is- goes way beyond just a physical level. You make me do things I wouldn't do. No one has ever come close to anything like that and I just ... I feel the need to tell you that I feel... Very strongly about you."
Jungkook was avoiding his gaze. And he was still fully seated inside of him, but Jimin didn't care.
He pulled the youngers face up so he could look into his eyes.
Jimin smiled, and he watched as Jungkook's smile echoed his own.
"I feel strongly about you too." Jimin giggled. "Very, very strongly."
Jungkook leaned down to suck Jimin's bottom lip into his mouth.
"If you tell anybody about this, I'll kill you. I have an image to keep up." Jungkook said, half sternly.
Jimin rolled his eyes, pulling Jungkook in for another long kiss.
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Jungkook's P.O.V
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I woke up at the sound of banging on the door.
Frowning, I stood- careful not to disturb the sleeping boy beside me.
I pulled on a pair of boxers, looking at the time on the digital clock on the bedside table.
4:30 am.
Who would be waking us up at four fucking thirty in the morning?
Unlocking the door, I was about to scream at the person disturbing me at this ungodly hour when I noticed the serious expression on Taehyung's face.
"You've found Yoongi?" I asked. I didn't even have to ask. I knew the answer already.
"We've found Yoongi." Taehyung nodded, looking past me to see Jimin still fast asleep. "We're heading out to meet with everybody else immediately. Wake him up."
I nodded, watching as Taehyung walked away.
Turning around, I sighed, rubbing a palm over my face. I knew this calmness would blow over eventually.
I just didn't expect it to be so soon.

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